THE VOICE OF THE MESSENGER
I said that your soul was gone
no one believed me;
so i shook my head silently
and watched as the doom caved in...
I said that the light you see
is nothing but the shadow of the hell fires-
the place you're going soon
for all the evil you did, and still continue to do.
but as ever,
you didnt believe me,
so i smiled sadly
and saw your fate closing in...
I said that the music you hear
is nothing but the dirge being sung
you didnt believe me when i said
that you will go the same way too-
hanging on the shoulders of the people you dont even know-strangers
but you didnt believe me
so i pursed my lips
and became a spectator of your fall...
I said that the beauty you see
is the forgotten remembrances of the actual shine.
"All that glitters is not gold"
I said it till my voice grew hoarse
but yoy still run behind the mirage
that plays tricks on your eyes
again and yet again...
I said the end will come
but no one believed me
so i sit ticking down the dates on my chart
neatly piling the good and the bad
because the time will come
and the judgement being done
on the basis of the good you did
which Alas! is so piteously few
that i turn my head away,
away from your cries;