All Apps Un-installed
Hard disks wiped out
Operating System lost
System Shutdown
RAM cleared
BIOS destroyed
Object Id Retained
ROM info Retained

Hardware burnt to Ashes
Or left for Micro-organisms
Scriptures say, Sages re-iterate
Believers believe, others disagree
Object ID may be Reborn
With new OS and Apps
Or there is another possibility
Object ID gets destroyed
And witness Moksha
Free from further rebirth and deaths

Sorry this poem is not on Computers
But I am sure, it's about Humans
Smart Humans, Mortal Humans
Bound to follow the System of
LIFE, DEATH, RE-BIRTH
Until Moksha comes for Rescue

We human kind,
We had to study your language to be able to understand you.
Bits and Bytes is all you know.
All you ever seen was 0's and 1's.
We human kind made you,
You were so big back in 1946
as time passed you became smaller and smaller,
so small that you fit in my hand.
We human kind made you,
Smarter, faster, autonomous and dangerous.
Now you're one step closer to rule the world.

What you are by experience in life,
is not WHO you are inside.

Never forget that,
you were someone,
before, -hand?

The greatest thing of c++
The comments you use won't come in execution.
So why wasting commenting your life.
Just focus on all small things.
Like a sentence can't be completed without a ;

Iron stares
Iron glares
Computer screens

Freedom
Clarity
Cannot leave my numbers

Backpain
Weakling
Computer screen

Culture
Colours
Cannot leave my numbers

Travel
Happiness
Computer screen

Never happy
Don't believe
Didn't leave my numbers