We are drinking soup made of alphabets
Wallowing in misery of thought
And yet stands He by the door calling for the lost
Come dine at the table of eternity
We are hard on artificial intelligence (AI)
Yet so soft on moral intelligence
Watch, stands He by the door knocking
For the wedding supper is set
3 April 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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