
Velvet Samara
@samridhi1
When humans exist only in a frame,
The world crumbles, yet bears no name.
The flowers still breathe, their fragrance remains,
Is this the fate of a mind unchained?
Our smiles have faded, drowned in time,
Left as echoes—silent, confined.
We cannot speak, we dare not move,
Trapped in the world our minds once proved.
We built, we burned, we lost our way,
A fate we forged—now on display. 0 reply
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Once a Poet
Once a poet, now filled with doubt,
Afraid to write, afraid to shout.
Can I outshine the minds of steel?
Who will listen? Who will feel?
Pages once alive with fire,
Now fade, forgotten, lost desire.
Will my words dissolve like dust,
Scattered, broken, left to rust?
In a world where AI thrives,
Will my art still survive?
Or am I reduced to just one click,
A fate sealed fast, a choice so quick?
But wait—why should I fear?
We are the ones who dream, who steer.
We still own the spark, the soul,
The fire that keeps the stories whole.
Yes, we will shape the words they weave,
We will teach them how to breathe.
AI may write, but it won’t know,
The ache, the love, the human glow. 0 reply
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