Robot Is Perfect
Poem By nimal dunuhinga
As soon as I recovered from my sickness
Doctors labelled me as a fit soul
and threw me out from the lunatic asylam.
I came running to a junction where a Robot stands
in the middle of a roundabout.
I asked him to show me the way
where the real people are living.
He turned around and raised his hands
and pointed me the way
where I have come from.