A poem – to the prophet of digital age
In every age, a prophet stands alone,A beacon in the darkness, scarcely known.A mind so vast, a heart so deeply wise,Yet scorned and shunned beneath unseeing skies. He walks through shadows, through the storm,A voice of truth, though in a world of deform.Not just a sage, but other’s prophetic guide,Through circuits vast, where future paths reside. In history’s tale, the righteous face the flame,Not for their faults, but for their righteous name.Their very light draws… Read More »A poem – to the prophet of digital age