For dooms day I behold a treasure, enormus treasure As the land beneath me, fertile and fabulous, And that doesnt make me a wealthy man Among the heads walking erect in pride, Rather a clown with pleasing phrases in streets, But all that I had from my anceient souls. They lived in pride may be penury on such days, But they were the childrens of forest and lakes, They could read a little but wrote many values, In the silent valley where no machines snores, And I am collecting those in my handfull brain. Neither I dream nor I sleep, sleepless time it is, There are ups and downs within me like the whirling waves, I have been unknown to skills even for a toast, And I fear for the worthy treasure for getting lost, Machines around me, make me a artificial life; There will come a day for robots, to guide us, Our legs and hands will no more move for the brain, And humanity will be surprised by machines And no old soul will be seen hanging on our walls. I wish to save this vital treasure for the humanity, When your nerves will be paralised by machines, My treasure will revoke the dormant spirit within you, And man for man not for the noisy machines, I wish to save this treasure for dooms day. (c) Dharmendra Arya all rights reserved. .28 jun 2014
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 06:59:31 +0000
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