He invents a toy for spirit of golden happiness,
Ill-treated is it? I vouch on it.
I swear the swerving manoeuver was great,
Grateful are some of positivity, not negative
Like major braininess, like a robot.
Robots can walk down ways,
With effort of their own in possession.
Sweetly it moves moved by itself.
I can not forgive for it repents like cruel rules,
And straightaway the ruler is Us.
Forgive the Robot if it forgets,
I certainly force like one, little me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem