Big Machines

are they asleep?
these big machines
all is silent

the earth trembles when they are awake
homes covered in the dust they trail
they growl and they whine
eating earth and rock for breakfast
the hill that was my childhood's mountain
now lies spread out beneath my feet

for now though
they stand still, quiet
as if deep in meditation
pondering their next meal

in their shadow i stood
like a child and marvelled
gazing at their big iron claws

Reviews

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. oh ... i miss my childhood in assam ... i can't even go to the place where i spent my childhood because it's a restricted area ... but i am told that it's not as beautiful as it was ... this is a beautiful piece ... yes, those big machines are fascinating but they steal natural beauty ...