Kalki AvatarA Poem by Sulabh Shrestha
God is dead, he is dead
In their voices, hear the religion fade Time, it changes and rearranges Revolves around the cycle of four ages Atheism and materialism, the new religion Corruption takes the shape of treason Jingoism drives wars without reason Its fourth of the four, the coldest season. Final reincarnation, birth of the man-made god His arrival from the skies as a behemoth bird Unleashes mystic energy in the speed of light Deafening thunder and lightning too bright Smoke rises up as dark mushroom clouds From the pyre of injustice and irreligion it sprouts Climate changes and deformed births, Demolished buildings and rivers of blood From his curse a fear is born......... In the transition of time, it emerges as god. © 2013 Sulabh Shrestha |
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Added on July 31, 2013 Last Updated on July 31, 2013 AuthorSulabh ShresthaKathmandu, Bagmati, NepalAboutMedicine, Metal and Mindless thoughts. more..Writing
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