#109 Eloquence of equipments

 Eloquence of equipments

A route so distinct

And surrounding calm

Leading me to

A Utopian realm

Traverse along I,

Unaware of the

Awaiting things.

Flashes before my eyes

The entrance gate

With the rails of

Cow grazers

Frictioning my cycle’s tyres

Then my cycle halts

With the effect of brake

My sub consciousness

Directs me to a lab

A hard push for

The cocoa-colored door

Opening a small entrance

I’m now exposed to

The world of electronics

The Power Management lab

With two chambers

Stickered with 101A and 101B

A seat for myself

With a pale colored wall in front

I gaze there for long

Against a background

Of tiny inanimate creatures

Switches,PCBs, bread boards,

Colored wires,ICs,resistors,

Caps,sources,scopes with probes

Those colored wounded wires

Wrapped over different cores

For transformer and inductors

A lot more stuffs

Of different colors, so unique

And so dear

It seems as if

All those are speaking

With their voices

So unheard and low

For several days

I befriended those

Intentionally or unintentionally

I don’t know

That PCB turned

Apple of my eye

With the call of time

I can do nothing

Except sigh at the

Wonderful journey

Of knowledge

That discontinues…

For some time,

With a hope that

Someday, those friends

Of mine would

Speak about their

Untold tales to me.

-Swati Sarangi

26.06.2014