Machine Poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
Machine
The machine called the body
has predetermined longevity
When the machine disintegrates
where does the I go
Where does the me go
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mortality
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4/25/2024 2:35:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Aloha Ramesh... That nagging question... what ever is this existence for? The I, that part which embraces the all... The me, which embraces the self, or selfishness... Why the analogy between machine and body physical? Are you experienced in bio-mechanics? Do you believe in the definition of the term living, as it is a living machine? I know that these questions are a load to think about... for your words to cause such depth of thought in just one individual... awesome! Word works either drive US crazy, prove US lazy, or turn the lackadaisical moment into the point of one's personal pen... thank you for the opportunity to unleash my imagination this morn... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.