poem written during a hot, torrid bus journey one sultry bangalore evening

the end is near
in every eye, a tear
no one knows why
they all live in fear

many have endeavored to find
what is in the devil's mind
what he has in store for the world
what will follow
when his fury is unfurled

they have never returned
for in his hell, they burned
at the mercy of his wrath
regretting their choice of path

it is time for a hero
is there one ?
the people ask each other
instead of trying to help
they just "trust" the holy mother

they have stopped thinking
they just do as told
so afraid, so scared, they
are to break the mould

you will find a few
who try something new
untill they meet the rest
who drain away their zest

a scribe asked the devil
as to what his plans are
because the scribe wanted to know
as there is no fear as great
as that of the unknown

the devil calmly said
let things be
the earth doesnt need any new curse
things down there cant get any worse