HUMAN MACHINE

HUMAN MACHINE


Tic-ta, tic-ta, tic-ta, tic
I am just a machine.
In my chest a timer clicks,
Where once a heart had been.

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

A machine is oiled and fed
As long as it’s useful.
When it stops working it is
Discarded like a bull.

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

I will die one day and then
My spirit will be free.
Till then I am a machine.
Ta tic-ta, tic-ta, tee.


* Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format

* Written for “Lexi’s poetry challenge” contest, "Lexi's Poetry Challenge" , Round 42,


M C Gupta
18 February 2008