Musing 157 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Those identifying their blood
With the holy scriptures ancient
Are alienating self from the pulse setting of progress.
Senses going by the dictates of imposters
Gambling upon the divine precepts for fortunes
Are dragging ourselves from the centre of holy integration
With light insufferable by impleading the absurds.
Minds shut out from the morning ray
Will forever under the care of history sheeters
And will renounce the day for dark comforts.