Machine

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I held my head

clasped both wrists

gazing at the machine

rolled my fists

birds on the sill

were smiling sly

the fish of aquarium

offered me a chai

Escape and Enter

the keys I pressed

screen remained white

my irritation no less

hung hung hung

'this system is a dung'

rage filled my mind

and also poor lung

my cloth once white

now reeking in sweat

I took my decision

on the laptop's fate

it had made me cry

it had got me red

I threw it out the window

laptop, you are dead

to enjoy this victory

I rushed to the street

when a strange voice called

freezing me on my feet

the laptop was panting

breathing its last

it seemed to be crying

yet speaking out fast

"oh you foolish human

you take me for granted

one moment I am your pal

you regard me most wanted

I toil for you non-stop

your friend, companion and all

and yet you don't hesitate to curse

when thus sick I fall

is this the reward of my service

to die on this lane

you may not think of me as living

but am not devoid of pain

mend your ways, o human

you have already killed Mother Earth

machines are now the only ally

before it's too late, realize our worth"

This Poem is shared with

• The Sunday Whirl,
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform.