Machine: A Ghazal

The will works like a gadget, desire is a machine
To seek happiness all you require is a machine

The Muses don’t inspire, Pegasus doesn’t soar
Poems are phoney; poet’s lyre is a machine

If heartbeat is programmed, and smile is preset
Her every inch, every square is a machine

So what if you didn’t find romance thus far?
In a world of gizmos love’s empire is a machine

In this dreamlike universe, virtual and unreal
Man is dated, what you admire is a machine

Don’t fuss over meaning in a robotic world
The biggest transcendental signifier is a machine