Hot viscous flowing matter
Poured into casting mold
Designed and fashioned
To be toyed and controlled
It blinks and comes to life
In womb of a creation unit
Surrounded by machinery
And element of space in it
And so it travels uncontrolled
Hooked on to a conveyor belt
Experiencing a new world around
And pilot feelings to be dealt
So, this is life - it ponders
Ah, am I not so blessed to be
To come to the world as such
And the freedom to be me
The belt takes it on a ride
Up and down, low and high
It goes through the motion
Be it elated joy or desperate sigh
Towards the end, it sees
A dark cave far ahead
Ignorant of what awaits
Mildly, it gets afraid
Seeking ease, shuts its eyes
Murmurs - such is my life’s glory
Have been thru' highs and lows
I am unique, unique is my story
Through a dark blinding sheet
It passes to another zone
To fall amidst zillions alike
That it had never known
Seeking ease, shuts its eyes
Murmurs - such is my life’s glory
Have been thru' highs and lows
I am unique, unique is my story
Then steps to the one, nearby
Hi, Am Barbie, and am unique
Zillions go live, with the chime
Hi, Am Barbie, and am unique
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