Divine Pages Poem by Esharaj (Shilpa)

By hook or by crook I dug it up
It was trapped by sacred spike
The spike of laws
Laws of murders and rapes
Laws of prayers and fasting
Laws of hell and heaven.

They shouted at me to close my heart
They warned at me to close my brain
I heard crowd roaring in my way
I heard numbers of numbers
I was helpless, we're sinners
It was nothing more than a scared predictor

I become conscious that it would slay me
It would slay the humanity
It would slay the world
It is powerful than sword
It is powerful than sense.

That is why it exists
Nothing but man made mad
It is called divine pages
the blood sheltered unholy pages
the destroyer of humanity.