Neither known is outer space, nor inside brain,
Yet, we know automated controls, circuitry gates.
Live, unknown to what the consciousness is,
Yet, evolve, and multiply with pride-prejudices;
So, trust me 0.1 percent, or maybe, far less,
Don’t know how I know! Maybe call it instincts!
But no almighty's reincarnation, ever, is coming to us!
Especially, via any human womb’s touch.
Indeed, simulation can never make us feel,
‘Until!’ We build tools, embed & conceal.
Then would sense too drops of simulated rain,
Dance like who awaiting for millennia in their name! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024