POETRY
God Is Dead
If there ever were one
Published in
May 12, 2021
God is dead
if there ever were one.
singing sweet and mourning bitter,
morning, nights, and depths despised
in symbols and rings and temples and stones
nothing but painted soulless eyes stare back,
join hands for prayers no one, but you hear,
closed eyes, wretched hearts, and selfish morals,
here we lay our heads and flip coins like leaves
here they mock misery and dance to our peril.
God is dead
if there ever were one.
© Arundhati 2021
