The Shroud is our new Planchette
- Saptarshi BasuMy 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.
