31 March, 2019
My tour to ‘the Mars'
Made me tired
Put on my oxygen tank
As the trees were fired
Haven't got the consolation
Which I admired
Heard a weep nearby
With my ultra sensitive ears.
“I'm not a ‘designed baby'
Haven't curly hair, even a blue eye
Haven't artificial intelligence
'Maths’ made me shy!
Not sad about my story?
Why don't you cry?”
“I'm a robot, so how can I cry
And console you, my guy?”
Navodya Hansani Attanayake