Gods

Secularism has only been on our lips.
In its most modem form,
It says not what it does
And does not what it says.

When gods are abused,
Blinded, and usefully blended,
When they are imprisoned
They are as good as dumped.

In a way, they are being banished
Having been tried for ages
They are no better than sages,
And their little importance is ravished.

Man had discovered gods
For a mere solace,
But not for eternal importance
Gods are man’s shrouded impotence

They are grounded battle-ships
With lure of gold of the yore,
But totally lacking in adventure,
Mutely moulded matter for worships.

An alibi for ultimate truth
And an apology for consciousness,
When convictions are in a mess
They are hypocricy’s real worth.

They don’t fight battles any more
Nor do they live by jupiter or jove
For they are nearly dead
And gone on Valhalla’s tread.

The ones we have are accursed.
The Ocean of Nectar at Amritsar
Was subjected to Operation Blue Star,
The story of Ayodhya is not afar.

Even God’s children arc accursed
Bosnia is only an instance, not an end,
Somalia and Ethiopia have experienced
What it is to be a living dead.

Man’s collective consciousness
Runs riot when stripped
Of reason, and at journey’s end.
When culture is consumed at religion’s crossroad
In the name and altar of righteousness.