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Off I Fly


I am ordered all times.
Anything I do on my own
turns blasphemous.

It is servitude at the most.
Obey and go being the
command.

It is how I live
nothing to express
none to display.

You can see in me
a being without life.
Should I become a robot?

Mechanism fails at times
but if I falter, a hue
and a cry follows.

Anticipating a cease,
a shutdown, anytime
Off I fly.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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