He was a droid sans of any emotions
Who was sent to earth to spread joy & brotherhood notions

He lacked feelings and heart
Still cared for his pet dog and cat

When somebody asked who was he, why he is here
He would say, ‘I am someone, sent here to take away people’s tears

Life, love and other things
Which are the prerequisites for any human being
The absence of which never put an end to the droid’s process of learning.

He studied, he trained,
He taught himself the tenets of being a human

If I was a droid,
life wouldn't feel the same.
I'd see the world through holograms,
kiss cold-lips, feel just a bit of heat in my LED.
My joints would be motorized-gears, not sinew.

But would I even have the emotion to want to kiss,
any desire to engage in such physical contact?
There would be no need for any of that.
Everything would be just useless-information.
There would be no warmth from the sun
on my Teflon skin, no ***-***** to act
on my lack of inhibitions,
smell would mean nothing.

So I guess,
if I were a droid,
I'd be bored to death &
not living, just existing
in a body containing
diodes & transistors,
hard drives & resistors.

I'd be integrated, solid-state,
driving a data-bus to nowhere,
doomed to misery,
a pathetic, an unfeeling state,
without a real date.