Poetry : Vines around wires

Vines around wires


She was a doll made up of wires
A robot that got fixed and updated
That followed instructions & commands
That wasn't programmed to complain
One night something magical happened
A virus entered her cold metallic vines
One that had only ailed the brave & bold
And then vines grew around her wires
She opened up her chest for sunlight
And then glowed an orange-gold
They'd fix her back soon enough
But at least it had happened once
Once and she knew it'd be enough
She had the recipe, the blueprint
All she'd need to do is remember

- Arathi Nayak








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