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SAHTYA
Poetry
Wild
Flower
It was an absolutely beautiful rainy day. The
winds were gently tickling my fragile petals.
Then stopped a car near by making the wild
even more silent. And a little girl carrying a
camera came running to me from the car. An
older man followed her, he might be her father.
They look so resembling.
She started clicking pictures and she loved my
natural beauty. Then tiny droplets of rain
started attacking her camera. She ran towards
the car to save her little thing, so did her father
to save his little girl.
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It was so cold as the first droplet kissed me. My
little petals looked even more beautiful and
fragile. The rain lasted for a little longer and the
girl was waiting eagerly to lock me in her
pictures. The rain stopped and I suddenly felt
something so suffocating as she plucked me
off with her tiny sharp nails to pose as her
father started clicking our pictures.
I was not at all sad. Infract I was the happiest
one. I will always be eternal in that little girl's
smile. I loved her at first sight. And then she
gently kissed me and hid me in her warm hug. It
felt so natural. Maybe, this is the true love that
everyone speak about.
By Ms. P. Prasanna Lahari,
B.Tech (CSE) - 19UP1A0537
Campus
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Technical Magazine
The Secret
of the
Machines
Kipling (1865-1936) was a prolific writer of short
stories and poems, and in this poem he ponders
new technology and machinery:
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine,
We were melted in the furnace and the pit—
We were cast and wrought and hammered to
design,
We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to
fit.
Some water, coal, and oil is all we ask,
And a thousandth of an inch to give us play:
And now, if you will set us to our task,
We will serve you four and twenty hours a day …
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