Sushil Kumar Tripathy

(11th November 1963 / Odisha State in INDIA)

Technology is not a machine


Technology is not a machine
It’s an improved thought of people
To be implemented to save the world.
Technology is not a garbage to throw
In a dustbin of developing thought
Earth is not waiting for its progress
That humanbeing will do for her.

Technology is there
From time immemorial
Before the humanbeings
Come into existance
On the path of evolution.

The earth has its own technology
To develop herself
In naturalway of progress
It was, it is and it will be for ever.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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