Hourglass by Emilie leger @deviantART
Gone are the days of the hourglass
when one little thing kept track of time
no seconds, no minutes, no hands
just pure, earthly sand.
Gone are the days of people
people who can’t read or write
like my grandmother, who for time
hourglass on which she would rely
Yet, at times are the days of a chess game
where time is told without a whine
no distracting ticks, no alarming alarms
only silently playing it’s charm.
Now my mini-hourglass
does sit on my bedside table
but it’s lost the race with modernity
as I look above at my wall clock.
PROMPT BY THE DAILY POST: GOING OBSOLETE
Of all the technologies that have gone extinct, which one do you miss the most?
Abhilasha Singh 