The romantic quill
and intoxicated ink
have been replaced
No profound implication anymore
in my handwriting skill
My words have been traced
Now professional text on page
By a new contraption
of the Remington age
Tlick tlick tlick tlick… shwing
A new line begins
The silence is filled
as the typewriter sings
Anindita Gupta, India
The Social Poet 
Typewriter brings memory of Shelly’s eternal optimism ‘Oh wind! if winter comes, can spring be far behind?’