It's The Machines World! - Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
It is better to be far,
At least once he will remember,
Just Hello, with heartfelt words from her will remind,
She is some where near.
Better than staying under one roof,
And don't utter a word,
Often busy in networking site,
It seems if one day you are not showing your face in site.
Friends will forget that you ever existed...
Hmmm, carry on with your work.
For now she have no regrets.
Remaining dumb to anything asked.
Ears had been kept mute all the time.
But eyes working like flashes on screen,
What's so much hidden behind that screen?
Laughing and smiling looking at the screen.
Really today, I feel machine have human heart,
And human heart is replaced with machine.
Where words are uttered like machine coded,
No sense of humour is ever present.
It's better to be far than to be near..
Enjoying your entire day with the machine..
A time will come,
When she will make herself so busy,
That you will have to take an appointment to say Hello!
Then you will realise the worth to be near.
A time will come when
Only a mail will talk between them,
Or a site will be sending messages to each other.
Perhaps a day will come,
Where ready made letters will be available for each emotions.
Again too lazy to send...
Then automatic love letters will be send on each 5 minutes.
The receiver will be fooled that so much he care for her,
But don't you worry,
She too will do the same...
Then a time will come,
No love song on rain will be heard,
As we keep the machine away from rain.
No song of love on rain will be heard ever again...
As its the machine world,
Human heart is replaced with machine.
Today our life has become so mechanical,
That half of our work done by machine.
Entire day is spend with our dear machine! ! !
Yes, It's the Machine World! !
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
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