The Machine Poem by Rakhi Agarwal

The Machine

Rating: 5.0


Rubies,
heavy on my braid.
The soul wanes.
Different facets, little by little.
A quarter still left.
The body adapts - it is but a machine.

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"Body adapts"… but what about the soul? Beautiful poem

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