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Jul 2019
We are reassured by finding a soul
That will understand us
In our innate silence
That's God taking us for a fool
When, you can't speak
You're either stillborn
Or you should speak when spoken to
Although, medically pronounced dead
We are untouchable according to our bodies
So, where's our soul?
In the land of science, where a simple miracle has been given a convenient definition
Without observation, do these church-goers take us fools
Without dedication, this systemic religion has got us by the mass hysteria of reality
Religion is probably levity
If you haven't given up enough for talent
If you have given up enough for more opportunities
Then, you may have all your pies lying on the diamond sky
Counting stars, and pre-existent factors have a couple of things in common
They are uncountable like the riches of the deified land
You're born on this earth, to die for your country
But, that is just a mammon of emotional appeal
Wrought pathos and alacrity
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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