Divine Losses Poem by Satish Verma
Divine Losses
I am defeated
by myself. My weaponless
democracy has failed.
By your own dignity
you carry a burning coal
in your hand to teach posterity.
A voiceless assault
of neoreligion spikes the truth
of armless lies.
Mountains want to
move. We have lost our
script of wordless commentry.
I say take away
my dead gods. Robots will
sit in temples of no gods.
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
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8/14/2025 11:31:24 PM # 1.0.0
I am defeated by myself.... armless lies.... script of wordless commentry.... Robots will sit in temples of no gods.... a lot of food for thought indeed.