This is my handwritten sonnet — 14 lines of thoughts on living in the age of AI, balancing creativity, imagination, and the digital rigmarole.
Even when technology surrounds us, the pen still finds its way to galaxies and valleys of thought.
“Oops, I know my red‑ink cursive might be a little tricky to read — so I’m sharing the typed version too! ✍️✨
Here’s the poem:
Trying to live by, in the age of AI,
Surrounded by digital sky,
Just wondering how my pen and thoughts ally.
Deep down the valley, scenic beauty,
Wrapped in mystery, obscurity.
I know I’ll endure until satiated,
Through all the rigmarole of AI created.
Creativity, dimension, beyond the sky,
Thoughts move freely, galaxies fly.
AI — the infinite limit above,
Aligned together, imagination and love.
For it’s the age of AI,
Where pen and machine both reach the sky.
— Rachana Bahel
Because sometimes, even in the digital age, a handwritten sonnet reminds us that imagination is limitless.
