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the flattering sadness
awaited by most
to be in the light
in a blunt pose

content has shaken
its sources now
in front of the tears
it quietly bows

it sings it shines
with smothered minds
and deftly drinks
the smiling me.

Let us re-invent the gods

from the world
where we follow
everything
that is hollow

every breath
without life
from just the statues
without light

from lifeless idols
mandirs bear
to so called gurus
who don't care

to believe
the delusions
which ends
in seclusions

then the tears
make their way
from the eyes
which went astray

but the belief
is a funny thing
is shaken
by nothing

this is the story
of those asleep
the pride and glory
of those who weep

to believe
is important
but not in thoughts
so impotent

let us rather
re-invent the gods
and break the
blundering chords

re-invent greatness
and this time
no statues
no idols
just shapeless

let the shapeless
show the blinds
a glimpse of
an awakened mind

let mere thoughts
enlighten children
and the beauty thats
filled in

to teach them
no ego
and open
their blinds

to help them
be themselves
and how to go
from mind to no-mind

let not the roots
of the society hold them back
nor the funny delusions
ruin their track

let the sea
kiss them back
and let the tree
share its hat

give them books
just to learn
let it teach
not to earn

guide them well
guide them right
help them admire
the sunlight

give them roots
along with the wings
and then see miracles
that they bring.