By Anisha Deshmukh
I turned to an AI chatbot to refine my mail,
Another one to design a vision I could only imagine,
One organized my scattered to-do list,
Another planned my daily chores always right.
My questions once asked to friends or peers,
Now I whispered to some machines with ears.
I asked for help, they intuitively replied,
Changing the roles depending on the need I had.
I used to say, “Hi Friend, could you guide me through this?”
Now I just say in the air, “Hey AI, what’s the answer to this?”
These bots are quick and precise,
But yet nothing feels like the human presence that once did.
No emotion, no essence to share,
No warmth of presence, no tender care.
Words flow swiftly, precise and clear,
It lacks the spark that makes people inspired.
So here I now stand in this fast-paced world,
Grateful for help, but still I yearn,
For human touch, to feel and to learn.
I wish for a future where we both stay aligned,
Where human connection remains closely entwined.
Being grateful for the intuitive help, yet waiting for the humanly warmth,
Where technology shares the empathy with depth.