AI- Artificial Intelligence
It is a gift par excellence,
It will desert you of your intelligence.
It is a marvel of postmodern times,
It will push you in dynamic climes.
No doubt, it proffers remedy waning common sense,
Rendering your intellect into a mere fence.
Research borrowed on the rampant,
You are, my dear, left dependent.
My friends use your wisdom judiciously,
Otherwise, your brain will cease to respond creatively.
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Shahzad Ahmed Sheikh
Hi, I am Associate Professor of English Literature. I write poems and on other genres as my pastime activity. No doubt, if I am able to earn money out of it, so no harm as well.
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Great job. Keep it up.
Thanks for the appreciation.
excellent work Sir