Invoke your god.
It is difficult to stand alone,
Only puppets come to make a crowd.
As the Icebergs burn,
I collect the roses. I write your
name daily and then forget myself.
How green was my
love, O Almighty Why to walk on
the tightrope to prove my integrity.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2022 19:41
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'How green
was my love, O Almighty
Why
to walk on the tightrope
to prove my integrity.'
(these Profound words
encapsulate
the jagged relationship and dialogue
so many of our generation, have
with the very notion
of a deity: dependant
faith based system, of belief
in a greater power, acting
in existence..
how well
you've captured those once
innocently childlike
ideological certainties, perspective's
and
the questions that denoted a gradual dismay
acting
to inquisitively enlighten and distance, us
from them...)
the very proof we need
that the world has lost its capacity
to find tangible reason
for how things are, can be found
in the reality, where
wisdom like yours, is allowed
to to flow, freely
like Nature's waterfalls
but
all people, can glean
is
an Instagram worthy, photo opportunity...
(in modernity's all-things, aesthetic
obsessed
hollowed-out, marrowless society)
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