Poem of an engineer.

Tethering sound from the grinding tools,

Blowing compressors from different machines,

Metals banging against metals,

Coarse friction on rough surfaces,

Sparkling dusts in the air,

Grease on the wall,

Flaking rusts on the floor,

Metal crusts all over the places,

Rotten stink from the nearby cans,

Putrid wind I inhaled,

I smelled gasoline,

No I smelled funny gases and poison,

It’s like forever,

That’s what I see,

That’s what I smell,

That’s what I hear,

Because I am an Engineer!

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  • SharifaMcFarlane on Oct 7, 2011

    The end solves the mystery. lol

  • Sangeeta Chaudhary on Oct 7, 2011

    Demand of the hour is to gather and call for eco friendly enviornment. Many of your like suffer because of poisonous gases.

  • papaleng on Oct 7, 2011

    You got a very nice title. Got curious with it and presto I\’ve learned what you are up to. Good piece.

  • Aroosa Gloomy on Oct 7, 2011

    *I like it.

  • iva75cpb on Oct 7, 2011

    Niceeee and haaaaard!

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