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by Vivek ShrinivasanIn the midst of 100 others
they stand abreast, impudent
Making its presence felt.
Enclosed and accompanied by rare letters
And non aligned edges of that keyboard.
The lack of energy and enthusiasm
in human nature exhibits from its birth.
Displaying their anonymity when typed.
Always felt under those finger tips
are its raddled heads.
for the engineers who chose their careers for it.
And Suppressed in rhythm,
they shall always stand in that order. 02/17/2011 Posted on 02/17/2011
Copyright © 2025 Vivek Shrinivasan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/17/11 at 01:29 PM I really enjoyed this piece. It reminded me of so many years ago when my stepmother said I had to take typing so I didn't have to turn in hand written papers in college. Little did I know how much it would help me with computers. And I welcome you to 'pathetic'. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/17/11 at 03:58 PM Welcome/welcome. This is great stuff. |
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