aritro .................

The Lost Gods

My gods deserted me when i needed them,
Some became old enough to bless, some too rusty
And the others migrated-to cosier homes, cars and sweeter
Chocolates that other followers offered.

My gods have forgotten me when i remember them,
Most through orgies of unlearning the learnt,
Being hated by those I loved and growing
Even as the walls all around collapse.

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