Man A Gadget? Poem by Maheshi Chhaya

Man a machine,
Machine or engine,
What a manufacturing
Can you imagine?

He works on emotion,
Love and devotion,
Working on prevention
Of world's destruction.

He is a machine with transition
And also many transactions,
Loyal to himself
But can cause irritation.

He is sometimes very helpful,
But sometimes very crude,
Polite when required
But behavior very shrude.

A machine he is,
Without controls,
And his feelings
Is what he patrols.

Available in all forms
Good as well as bad,
The price for which
One cannot decide.

Its right to say
That man has the power,
And its only in his hand
To decide his future.

A machine with strength,
Above all wealth,
Man is indeed
God's precious Gadget!