Intellect is understanding self
Self is my ever-growing I
Ever-expanding I
I conscious of me
I conscious of you
I conscious of us
The trees around
The old oak and elm
Have witnessed
The exploitation of self.
Dogs quietly rest their
Sorrowful eyes
On children playing around
- Children –
The fresh self of yesterlife.
A loneliness disappears
At the very first touch
Of another self.
Incurable loneliness is
A distorted conversation of self.
The fresh self of a child
Explores the scene
Grows and Grows and Grows
Tries to keep the doors of self open.
The fresh self of a child has to learn
And no school is good
But any school is better
Than no school.
As the self of a child is being schooled
It discovers machina.
Intellect is understanding machina
A skilled being is often being used by machina.
Self is no longer fresh
It is a skilled being
A skilled being makes use of machina
And I am a part of it.
Intellect is understanding
Self and Machina.