The Ring of World
The ring of world is house of machines,
Machines which carry ghosts inside,
Different machines, different ghosts
Thus make the ring strange to know.
Thou so artificial for callow people,
Who admire only the golden beauties,
The ring of world is encircled with two beauties,
Beauty of ghost, beauty of machine,
Wise men go for the depth of ghost,
Only materialists look for machines,
Mere bare pieces are machines,
When the resident of them go away,
When the ghost gets disappear,
When the controller dies somewhere,
When the power connection is cut off,
When stuck in marooned island,
When the resilience power vanishes,
When the abode is empty,
When the ghost shifts to the other world,
When the worth of machine goes down,
When it's only a bare piece,
When the ghost is machine and everything,
Which cannot be searched or seen.
O! Ring, find the worth of ghost,
Not machines, nor any gold,
Because all left alone,
When the ghost is gone.
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