A small write-up on man and machines for a friend's sculpture exhibition at Jehangir.
O Man, you created me and, for that,
I shall forever be your faithful.
Distinguished me from dust
And put me to use.
I recall the feats we achieved
And the heights we scaled.
You needed me and I, You
As we all need best friends.
Progress beckoned and You moved on
Never mind me, I shall live on.
In retrospect, it all seems fair
For moving forward, shouldn’t be a thing to despair.
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