QUEST FOR THE TRUTH

Softly she whispers, into the ears,  

keys to the future codes, hidden notes of dead music:

vaporising the steps of evolution,

beating the speeds of technology:

amidst same waves of air

that carried the friction of harsh metals

i hear the jingles of love

loud and clear,

i scream it all across

in my joy

but alas

everyone else is busy

with the machines................

sunil emjay

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