O mortal,
mortal who didst write,
It’s
possible, you could be right
-Some
eternal brand and dye
Made grain
and beast, diversified
Cocooned in
their inner eyes
Sprang
forth visions, fireflies
Dream-borne
kings, queens on the wire
The Humane
Band reached out higher
And science
bolder, unsurpassed
Conjured
alogrithms breeds apart
And though
AI’s heart sought to defeat
Homo
sapiens knew their beat
Whose the
grammar? Chart the plains
Which
Authorities did one train?
A
blue-bird’s feather, a goat that gasped
Crumbling
castle, the interiors rasp
Drones rain
down, reach out to peers
-“We’re
rich yellers with spears”
-“Wish
we’re not poor”, I’m: “We’re free
-Someone
outwitted the laboratory”
By V.
Shruti Devi
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