Its 2050! ya, AD...
I heard some people still dwell –
On the magnificent Himalayan peaks, and
In the caves of shame and lair, god knows where...
This place, they used to call Mumbai
The pioneer to cine and crime!
Now, it lies beneath these dark, murky waters
Waters, with no life in it
It all started with the nuke wars...
I’ve seen at a place called Kashmir!
Women trying to rescue her child-
Melting into a goblin! And fusss...
It started everywhere, the war!
I’ve seen humans evaporating –
Leaving behind- smell, fume and a want of life...
All turn silent, the death strife!
The poles melted, so did life!
Cities submerged, the new-York and
So did Mumbai and all others
Me? I’m not a flesh and bone!
I’m a soul...
A radioactive soul! Here,
Searching for the remnants of my loved ones...
Searching, eyes of my parents-
In which resided a lot of dreams, the
Finger-tips and lips of my beloved –
they were beautiful!
I’m searching the reason of this all
Searching for the method, to
Sow the garden again...
But alas! I’m a soul, a radioactive soul...