Programming Poem by Akhil Zoomin

We are feared not,
by our own
by the god
by our religion

Plants which are bent
at the beginning will
grow at the same angel

Our fears are plants
bent at the beginning
we all are feared of
standing straight

it is not god fears us
it is not religion fears us
it is the one who wrongly
interpreted made us to
scare by our own vision

He had programmed you to
live in a world of delusion
of his terms and conditions

The Virtue of reality
The Virtue of being yourself
Is Buried alive
Is bent at the very beginning