In the realm of Awls and All,
where Artisan’s Trove unfolds,
Fading Skills, once bold, now whisper
a lament in silent eloquence.
Behold the craft, the hand’s ballet,
Awls etching tales on leathered canvas,
a dance of creation, a waltz of passion,
each puncture a heartbeat in the Artisan’s chest.
Yet Time, that cruel choreographer,
weaves threads of obsolescence,
as the Artisan’s Trove becomes
a reliquary for forgotten fervour.
With Fading Skills, a requiem begins,
a dirge sung by the ghosts of mastery,
haunting the workshop’s hallowed halls,
where hands once shaped dreams into reality.
Gone, the resonance of anvils and hammers,
replaced by the silence of machines,
as the soul of craftsmanship withers,
its echo drowned in the hum of progress.
Oh, for the days when hands spoke volumes,
and tools were an extension of the heart,
Awls and All, witness the twilight
of a bygone era, a eulogy for artistry.
Let this poem bear the weight of sorrow,
a poignant tale of craftsmanship’s demise,
The Elegy of Artisan’s Embrace,
where echoes linger in the sepulchre of time.
Laeeq is a writer, 18 years of age
Poetry is one of his many great passions
All of his poetic pieces are unique
His every word, expressed in great complexity