Alternative God Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Alternative God



Alternative God: An aura of falsehood

In a freaky dream my morning broke,
A very
tall man was standing with hands raised.
His magnanimity is capsuled everywhere,
Bigger than a rainbow for his casted aura.
Stands with eighty thousands hands of a saviour,
All a crookhe can be for the list he delivers.

He threw up all standing laws and visions,
As men are vying for thedignity of the nation.
He told them he is the God of this world,
From the distance they believe for hissilvery beard.
Now for him food and health is secured,
With charted alms list for all heads lowered.

I wondered how a man is that much big,
Like a puppet of thormocol or cardboard sheet.
People convinced me he is the alternative God,
Don't try to defile him with your spiteful mud.
As I found dicey for thisupcomingGod,
I looked up him with my probing swords.

He movedaround with delivering alms,
From the storage of hard working clan.
To make their lips bloated for him,
And doom allwise men and their king.
A beggar state goes with a beggar means,
A hollowness rules in all our veins.

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Paramananda Mahanta
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Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: politics,value
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Deluke Muwanigwa 01 September 2020

Nice poem. There are plenty false gods. He is what He is.

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