Poetry in Motion

- Udayan Dasgupta -

At the silent hours of the night,
The time, when the mill
Runs in full throttle,
When the conveyor belts
Flap at regular interval,
And the cylinders rotate
At purposeful RPM,
The ball bearings hum lullabies,
I feel a rush of dreams.
They speak to me
They sing to me
They care for me.
And I reciprocate.
They emit decibels
With complex notations
And create own harmony.
As I get excited,
They rebuff me in silent voice.
My ripples cause disturbance
To the smelters, dampers, metals, boilers.
So, I start to churn like them
And watch them create poetry
For my ears, my mind.
I feel as a part of the soft centre
Of the assembly,
Like a king,
In their poetic world.


© Udayan Dasgupta - Member WaaS