Living Robots Poem by V P Mahur

Today the hurry and worry
Of the work
Has made man to much busy
That he looks more a robot
Than a man
His schedule is predetermined
Like a programmed robot
His eyes are fixed
To a certain direction
Unknown to the beauty
And zeal of Nature
His mind is full of
So many calculations
That he has forgotten
His own aspirations
His way of work
Is so mechanical
That he limps with a jerk
Like a robot with a low battery
His relation with his family
And friends
Are so tense
That he cannot smile
With true balance
These living robots
Are growing in number
That there is a danger
The loss of human feelings