Human: A Lost God
By Sweta Chakraborty
Man, a shadow of a forgotten god,
Wanders through life, veiled and flawed.
His wealth lies not in gold or land,
But in the spirit, the work of his hand.
Unaware of the divine within,
He treads a path of fleeting whims.
Reduced to instincts, a mere survival,
Forgetting his soul's higher revival.
Man, you are free to act, to choose,
Yet outcomes rest beyond your views.
Sow the seeds—be they kind or cruel—
Fate shall mirror the deeds of your rule.
A crossroad lies within your grasp,
Will you embrace or let it lapse?
To rise as a god or descend as a beast,
The pen of your actions will write the feast.
Awaken the soul from its deep despair,
Let your consciousness rise, lay bare.
Through noble deeds and virtues grand,
Shape a life that dares to stand.
From man to divine, a transformation,
A life of purpose, a sacred foundation.
No longer lost, no longer bound,
Man, the god within, at last is found.
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