My Pc

Some day when I will lose my imagination I will ask my PC to write a poem for me It will write a sonnet on the rising red sun That will paint my blank mind with dream. Some day when I will lose my music I will ask my PC to play music for me It will play the ninth symphony classic That will vibrate in my senses in rhythm. Some day when I will feel forsaken I will ask my PC to get me a friend It will show me a smiling face unknown And make me happy for being wanted. Some day when I will be direly lonely I will ask my PC to tell me a story It will narrate the story of me truly And set me on a journey of discovery. Some day when I will search hope in dark I will ask my PC to light a lamp for me It will flash and place a beacon on the mark Helping me to step out and reach my dream. Some day when the time will come to exit I will ask my PC to delete my saved story Because I don’t want to get entered and sit In the domain of an electronic memory. I will keep my story close to my chest Walk on the destined path a lone walk To where all memories take the final rest And all stories finally disappear in the dark.