The Shroud is our new Planchette

The Shroud is our new Planchette

- Saptarshi Basu

My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?
as Yeshua cried at the ninth hour before eternal darkness engulfed,
The shroud shadowed with the pain ,
 It's long gone by
Yet the darkness prevails .

The earth bears no remorse ,
As time is money ,
Earthlings have loaned their souls
in exchange of sheer delight .

the burden of a soul is too much,
For the speed to maul emotions
and whatever comes in path
the game is on and no one dares to lose.

Yet when we all watch a new shroud ,
At times the innocent son of God playing with it ,
We do planchette our souls for sometime ,
and cry to feel that we are alive again.