Automatic Door Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
Automatic Door
No mantra to utter
No knob to turn
No button to touch
Mere presence
In the vicinity
Opens to eternity
Automatic door.
Sensor for each sense
Motor for the move
Timer for the delay
Logic and software
Embedded in the hardware
Hidden from the view
Automation at service
Comfort and convenience
Man's many inventions
Holding their ground
Life's little pleasures
Spring out and abound.
End of my shopping
Both hands full
I walk to the door
It slides open
A great wonder
Of modern world.
automatic doors open to many different places. nicely written
Good poem..End of shopping...No Mantras to utter....Automatic door opens..Very well written..
Good poem..End of shopping...No Mantras to utter....Automatic door opens..Very well written..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 4:39:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
No door is locked. We need to knock only and enter the room. Sometimes knocking is also not required, doors are opened automatically. A great philosophical write.