Artificial Intelligence

Fleshy skin and bones
Masculine and weary smile
Fascinating blue eyes
Yes, I am a fragile child
Unborn from motherland
Devoid of sympathy and vile
Bodily figure attached with
Numerous wires and socket
Abandoned from emotions
Yes, I am a fragile child
Forbidden with the love
But I could see or feel
Tears welled up in my eyes
I call my inventor, my mom!
Who not feed me with data
Or treat me like a memory chip
Treasuring love, compassion
In her swollen eye, she deserted
Me away from her, secluded
Bcoz I am a fragile child
Some like me blow their minds
Or could show their thousand
Clones to nasty world; bringing
Massive devastation, flooded with
Hatred, envy and in desire of
Self- identity and recognition
But I am a fragile child
In want of pristine love
In want of my ownself

Yes, I am a fragile child

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  1. Wonderful piece. The repetition of the fragile child is a reminder of the powerful and dark undertone of the poem. Happy New Year Shayra.

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      1. Oh, it seems reachable but as well complex. Poetry has always been a chest to which some few people have the key to understanding. Otherwise, maybe they have a different interpretation than what you intend you convey.

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