Not the moon of language, nor the clouds of poems..

But all the beauty of literature sky is empty now.

A great void of nothingness of human reality thinking

is flowing like a hurricane in this era of Artificial Intelligence...

Now, one could throw a comet into the literary sky

whose tail will be burning eternally...

Now one could wake up a sleeping sun there by lighting a matchstick....

Now one could make a poetry moon circling behind a shining moon in the same orbit...

Now, Lo!!! One could rearrange the order of literary stars jumping their designated places in the literary history sky.

Alas, now anyone could bring the best surrealistic writing without reading anything...

Today, one could put his postmodernistic photo image with the image of linear Tagore and non-linear Bharathi.

This day, a cat can fly in the realistic sky, and the tiger can sleep in the naturalistic hut-oven

One day, Artificial Intelligence will be believed as a persuasive one, and real intelligence will be a nihility...

Ragavapriyan Thejeswi