No code can dream, no bot can cry,
It cannot love; it cannot try.
It copies words, it steals the song,
But fails to feel where hearts belong.
For love and loss are ours to keep,
The code will fade, but we are deep.
It mimics art with borrowed grace,
But cannot match a tear-stained face.
It knows the form, but not the pain,
It counts the drops, but feels no rain.
This was written by our contributing writer, Habibul Bashar.
Image Source: Unsplash, Greg Rakozy
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