The echolalia was sweet
not mechanical not real
inciting to babble
the luxurious sleep
motorized still complacent
rousing for solace
guised to mesmerize
playful but fairy
motivating to appeal
smooth rubberized sheath
covering the fervour
inducing the desire
cries with charm
no emotion no conscience
spouting salty tears.

Mubeen Sadhika

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