Ear holes closed to the world <br />Hands thumping to the beat <br />All made in the same mould <br />How they enjoy this moronic feat! <br />You would feel they are not from womb <br />But batches generated by machines <br />Clones consigned to doom <br />Mechanical dolls in their teens! <br />It’s no yielding to passion <br />For music that touches the heart <br />Just an unquestioning submission to fashion <br />That once acquired defies to depart! <br />Their earpiece shuts out the world <br />And with it goes the fine art of hearing <br />Cursed and made in the same mould <br />They never know how sweetly the birds sing!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mechanical-dolls/
