A Sad Prophecy... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

We shall see our end
with our eyes wide open.'

We are racing in a tearing hurry
as we are up to mastering each split-second.
We love to see us moving
and vie with the mighty time.

We have to travel a set distance
and we loathe to lag behind...
we need oodles of calcium;
no matter if it saps our mother`s soul out.

We must win at any cost;
no matter what the toll is or what has to be lost.
We are deadly ready to dispose
what our father will surely propose.

We are able to realize our inherent sin
and proudly hobnob with the Satan`s kin.