![]() Mchine: my sheenA Poem by Siddharth Tyagi![]() In this life where we are fed a specific set of instructions to follow at all times, there is little or no room for creativity and imagination. In the end, we all might become nothing but machines!![]() Let oil flow in my veins
swap innovation with repetition don't ever let me be me; Let my heart pump gallons of propane, Download me, upload some, and publish, What am I, if not some dumb pirate? What are you, if not some sad player? © 2015 Siddharth TyagiAuthor's Note
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Added on November 16, 2015 Last Updated on November 16, 2015 Tags: loneliness, lovers, propane, computers, indie, poetry, sadness, machine, love, mechanical Author![]() Siddharth Tyaginew delhi, IndiaAboutamateur-ish poet. the boy next door. have seen enough to put thoughts into words. more..Writing
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