Mechanical Life
The man ate,
he spoke,
he walked,
he worked,
he slept,
he awoke,
he repeated all of the above,
day in day out,
he called it life,
and did so,
till he was unable to call it so,
others did the same,
where was the confusion,
this is life.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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