Makers Poem by Sathya Narayana

Meddle with some gadget; say a radio
A T.V., a cell phone or a clock
For an hour or so, you know
How to make it work

Take a screw driver and open it
Spoil a dozen of such in a row
You may learn how to repair it
Or the parts, you may just have to throw

But lo! You can’t make it
There’s someone else,
Who fits it screw by screw, plate by plate
And instills in it running pulse
The maker! The architect! The expert
Admire him, love him and bow to him

So are the animal and plant gadgets
The superior and complex conundrums
Creations of THE MAKER, the greatest
Admire Him, love Him and Bow to Him.