Machines in cooperate

Cooperate, don’t it reflect machines,

Machines. Dead and living.

Small, moderate, large,

Heavy, bulky, skinny, tiny….

We lots of machines….

Dead are dead. So what?

We have living machines to talk.

Don’t you see master computer,

Indulge with mini once,

Mouse-keyboard, speaker-moniters

To support.

They mingle.

They giggle.

They cry.

They laugh….

And some are shut-up.

Master computer command to mini,

Mini distribute to process,

Support collects the results.

Work get finished….

Machines. With smiles,

Rare to find, still reserve their place.

Machines. With complains,

Don’t go they are remained obliged.

Smiling machines, worship to work.

Complaining are regretting at all.

What a fun we are doing?

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The Girls Hostel

 

I saw… At ground, right there,

A bundle of stars, and lights in star dust,

Colorful, joyful, cheerful,

I encountered, this evening,

Yeah! Right in front of my small face,

Seen them, muttering, gossiping, and laughing a lot,

Seemed like flowers with beauty, decorated in colors,

Yeah! Lots of colors, different and shining,

And soft, when I felt that touch,

Multiplied heartbeats under the sky, and

With glorified faces in love for each,

I was there, so called heaven,

“The Girls Hostel”

It was an evening,

Among the Shining stars and droplets in their shadow,

Evening of Hostel’s Day celebration.

Today, my eyes remained stun,

My words lacked that tides of thought,

And my Pen feels complexity in describing,

That view.

Hard to compare among stars and their beauty.