Forever, a river on man's side of life

Hiding in eternity's great dark hive

Flooded with the bodies of the souls who gave up
From trying too hard to stay up
Dead and slaughtered depths of time
A call on life's forgotten lifeline
Fed would be the hungry
Calmed after the storms
The tunes will play 'Aura lee'
A world devoid of mourns
From the fists of the devil
The depressed will return
As the morning sun will burn
Justice will reach the life of the oppressed
For the first time, the dawn they'd earn
Then a harsh storm will arise
It always so happens
Emerging from the depths of the great demise
Little more than often
Reality is colder than ice
Opened then will be our eyes
Far away on mountains high
Where the bluebird sings
The river flows through colder nights
And foggy mornings still
Gently afloat in the stream of life
Their life will have something to hold
"One fine morn will arrive
Where pain will grow old"
When all things 'evil' will leave
That is what they believe
When no tomorrow shouts deprive
Alive they will be

Soumyaa Banerjee