Evergrey (Where's Life?)

By Satyaprajna Nayak

Never hides the truth forever,

Denied, one never finds any saviour,

But no such case exists here,

If one accepts, they work for the better.

But you, you knew all of it, did nothing but betray us,

You still had ample time, from mistakes, to get recovered,

You bit the same hand that fed, to her you were dear.

Evergreen youth they're, but now that they're gone,

Evergreen songs but now that there are left none,

Would concrete replace chlorophyll?

Would grey replace green? I can't stop thinking still.

When you thought, with your treacherous art, you nailed,

When we thought, when you'll be gone, both of us just failed,

To know I'll embark on a journey through burning hell.

But you'll be lazy, sleepy, just a little more,

Since you don't know what you've done.

But for us it's a 'smile even if you don't wanna',

And desparately confront our inherited karma.

The only thing that nurtured you, you didn't let it thrive,

Massacred millions of whom you knew couldn't even move, run neither hide,

Masqueraded as angels of Jesus, you never cared about them, the lowlives?

Every new child, every new melody has become old,

Even if it was just a moment as nevertheless the next second,

Everything went into dusk and silence.

Nobody to turn a page back to see what the history,

Was before this sudden skyfall apocalypse,

Just a glimpse of human, the mother's suicidality,

And call it a lapse to be precise.

Nobody to even reminisce about inventions, neither innovative minds,

Just the vicious creation and his rap sheet of sinister crimes,

Not even about gods and faiths for which you lived on fighting,

Imagine the same kind warring within just because his ideas are clashing.

And why would someone necessarily? None, Allah, Jesus,

Neither Siva could persuade you to strive for the real,

Dissuade you from your mere self interests,

And get you connected to nature's feel.

I've lived a hundred of lives, each time coming back to same place,

Never reminiscing about a single life other than my scientific presence,

And it doesn't go, in fact, the same way they had said,

Each time you'll have to come back to this realm.

There's rebirth for the only one who hasn't any vice,

And hadn't you already mastered this expertise?

But somehow, someway I feel this has happened each time,

And everytime it vanishes the evidence to make the next commit the same crime.

Now, we've lost what could have been ours to you, fools,

(To not be your descendant in the afterlife, I pray),

Now that nothing is green, everything seems somehow old,

If I'm not wrong, what I can see, isn't this Evergrey?

By Satyaprajna Nayak