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The Mechanical Man


Sharp eyes, accurate movements, dramatic nods
He is moving with a permanent grin
He is the master, he is the slave
He is completing his tasks with grace…

He is playing pianos, he is driving
The mechanical man is all smiling
He is prowling, invading and laughing
Sharp eyes, accurate movements, dramatic nods
He is moving with a permanent grin

He is producing babies
His population is increasing and increasing
The mechanical man is all smiling
Sharp eyes, accurate movements, dramatic nods
He is trying to make everyone his own…
He is prowling, invading and laughing

No batteries, no wires, no remotes
He can walk without any support
He is rising, rising and only rising….
The mechanical man is all smiling.

He is uncontrollable, he is undefeated
He is the ozymandias and the master of all.
Sharp eyes, accurate movements, dramatic nods
He is moving with a permanent grin
He is producing babies
His population is mounting

He can’t love, he can’t write poetry, he can’t feel
He isn’t the master or a slave
He is just an egoistic machine without a soul.
Sharp eyes, accurate movements, dramatic nods
He is moving with a superficial grin
The android isn’t living…
He is just existing and dying.


6 comments:

  1. Wow! Pretty insightful poem, Pallav!

    Too good... Great going!

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  2. Anonymous2:25 AM

    The mechanical man: he can't write poetry but poetry can write him out!

    French mechanimal ;-)

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  3. Thanks French Mechanimal :)

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  4. Enjoyed the poem. Insightful and true.

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