By Soumyajit Roy
I can see a storm brewing in a skull
I can hear blood cells colliding
I see traffic panicking along neurons
The evil is coming out of hiding!
The population is getting reckless,
Darkness is raising its hood,
The brave mongoose is getting cornered
The basilisk will kill him in all likelihood.
The poor are being squished like insects,
The gentle meets the fate of a wingless butterfly,
There is no one left to behold and wonder
The mushroom clouds in the radiant sky!
The winter has rendered the children grotesque
Hideous abominations with enlarged jaws!
Musicians have replaced the piano with skeletons
Which they adroitly play with mucronate claws.
The horde of manslayers hunts the roost,
Historians in blood chronicle their kills,
The dead pile up for lack of space
The pyramid of skulls is now taller than hills!