In Poetry on March 13, 2013 at 1:47 pm

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

  1. Typewriter brings memory of Shelly’s eternal optimism ‘Oh wind! if winter comes, can spring be far behind?’

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