The Scientist Poem by Nishit Satra
The Scientist
My condition is critical
I've become a psycho mechanical
mad on making machines
Loving to eat a lot of chingz
I couldn't help the crew
so i was appointed to fix screw
my project was making a dancing car
which had to run on star
It won't be easy at sight
which would run at speed of light
It had a T.B of contents
and it will become someday monument
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: light,mechanics
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