Title of Poem II Autograph of a MACHINE II

II   Autograph of a MACHINE   II     by Satya   pattnaik

I did not know even
When I became a machine
I carved for gold and silver
From morning to night
To run my body parts
Both in and out
Without heart and mind
Watered with desires
 Painted the globe of mine
With silver brush
To emboss in it the metallic bright
Golden dust
For d*mn ego shine
Yes, machine my body
Made the cottage
A splendid edifice
Taking the best of my life
But today
Machine my body is rejoicing
With a robotic smile
Rising my forlorn glimpses
In its dance floor
Empty howling hours
Are gathering sleeping flowers
To garland my dead heart
Having been machine,
 I lost everything
Blue of my sky and ocean
Depth of my love and passion
All human faces I collected
Lost departed and deserted
Like the mid hours of cruel summer
Only sad memories
Now with my pain and with my fear
To blur the glasses of my life
With humble tears
I did not know even
When I became slave
To an imposter devil
Who robes and desolate my heart
 Built the tomb of machine
Drank my blood
Weaved my cells to embroider
The high tech lane of modern man
Crushing every grain of bones and sweats
Of my world but I was nowhere
Alas! Buried in the dark abyss of demon
Along with an absurd dream of crown
To become a saddest part of history
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