As the sunset started playing the last tune
one man with an electric tester in his hand started running his hand through a fathomless field of yellow grasses.
Though the light of the tester was off but every single strands of grasses started glowing like neon brushes.
The man was an electrical engineer…but strangely; he could only think of his first song after a whole day of grey rain; there.
And it was beautiful to see one man forgetting all his formal education, loosing himself in hands of complete and blissful ignorance.
Dear Ankandas,
Lovely…
Wondering if you also were trained in engineering…
or this poem is just inspired…
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I am an electrical engineer.
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Absolutely lovely poem
I work in refrigeration, and left my senior year in hvacr engineering technology
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Okay… that’s great…☺️☺️
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Fresh and tasteful, these are the two words that describes it for me.
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☺️
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Excellent from beginning to end!!! 🙂
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Thank you…☺️
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What more could he do nice write
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☺️☺️
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