HUMAN MACHINE

HUMAN MACHINE


Tic-ta, tic-ta, tic-ta, tee
I am simply a machine.
In my chest a timer clicks,
Where, in fact, a heart had been.

A machine has no free will.
It is everybody’s slave.
It cannot escape if its
Own master does not behave.

A machine is oiled and fed
As long as it is useful.
When it serves no purpose it’s
Discarded like an old bull.

Yes, I have a spirit but
It is now too much subdued
By the flesh which seems to have
With the heart and mind a feud.

I will die one day and then
Spirit will be truly free.
Till then I am a machine.
Tic-ta, tic-ta, tic-ta, tee.



* Written in abcb, 7-7-7-7 format

* Written for “Lexi’s poetry challenge” contest, "Invalid Item" , Round 42,


M C Gupta
18 February 2008