Robot In Action

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.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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