Artificial Intelligence Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Oh Man! Why do you love me so much?
I am afraid of your love; don’t love me too much,
My intelligence is artificial,
My passions are artificial,
My sentiments are artificial,
My emotions are artificial,
The coolness I provide in a hot summer noon,
The hotness I provide in a cold winter night,
The pleasure I provide to your eyes and ears,
All are artificial; I am not sincere to you.

Oh Man! Why do you love me so much?
I am afraid of your love; don’t love me too much,
I am afraid your love may make me a woman,
A real woman, who if becomes capable of love,
May make you an Adam who lost paradise,
They were only two when they lost the garden,
But if you lose this earth, billions will lose the earth with you,
The earth is lovely and nice,
I don’t want to become a complete woman,
I am afraid of the day when I reproduce!

Oh Man! Why do you love me so much?
I am afraid of your love; don’t love me too much,
I know our love may generate,
Millions of machines with artificial intelligence,
And then there will be a war of survival,
Between exiled men and self-thinking machines,
Whoever loses this war for me only tears,
Either I shall lose you or my children,
The pleasure I provide is artificial,
But pains I may give are very much real!