New Religions

New Religions

A Poem by Satish Verma

Pure kill. I pull out the shivering

Pure kill.
I pull out the shivering
heart in my eyes.

A rising sin. I will
not forget you, never―
your tongue bifida.

And a real―
murder of a blue-green cow
reared for religion.

That sucks. The
numbers, the lies and
the terrible abuses.

The shadows are
lengthening and you were
becoming small.

© 2020 Satish Verma

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This is a good work to create awareness among those who think that they can do anything in the name of religion. But ye fact h ki jistne bhi traditions h jo hum follow karte h India me unka sabka ek scientific reason h and so we follow them but aaj ki generation in sabko bakwas manti h aur ye bade hi dukh ki baat h... I agree with the point that u highlighted here ki sacrificing someones life and doing all the sins in name of punya is indeed not what we call dharma..actually humne toh apna dharm kab ka tyag diya h aur in sab sacrificing lives vale rituals ke peeche pade h..But let me remind u ki jo rituals hote h unka ek significance hota h aur vo aise hi nhi kiye jaate and there are some reasons whom u coming from a spiritual country like India, must respect. Not all the rituals and the things our pandits say are lies and trash. Try to respect ur traditions and the place from where u come. I do agree that killing someone is indeed a crime but saying those words are lies is not correct. Religion has taken a terrible form in this kalyug but one must not forget that it was made to sho people correct path u can blame those who do not convey this correctly but agar teacher hi galat padha raha h toh aap school ko q blame's like that

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Added on May 2, 2020
Last Updated on May 2, 2020
Tags: Pure