Machine poem, theme

It focuses on the destruction of the machine. The machine is a mechanism where there's no malice or jealousy. The feeling of the woman, the poor human love for every device that works in an absolute order. Finally, she accidentally came across him in a printing workshop. She couldn't help looking at it, she fell in love. Evil eyes immediately recognized this pure love.

The woman found the machine one day broken; beside of machine a baton... with a baton?

The clean, perfect love had disappointed itself. Someone with a baton intentionally spoiled it, or had it just broken down on its own by chance? But there was a truth, the machine was no longer working...

The dream of turning the machine into human had come to an end on a rainy evening. Were a few drops on the machine; rain drops or tears? Maybe the woman's only dream had miraculously come true...

But there was no machine anymore. The expectation of the machine to be transformed into a human was again

sabotaged by a human... perhaps!

Leila Cankaya