Escape to... disaster?
How long will we run away from the scene of our own crime?
Only till one day we come face to face with our own grime?
How will Michael Jackson's surgical mask help him?
While his entertainment industry with its pyrotechnics, creates a mini-cosmic blast of History?
Won't it all come around?
Just like the 18 bullets that found Mrs Indira Gandhi?
What is so brilliant about being brilliant?
Does it dim the sun?
That is only the fog and the smog of our own indulgence?
How long will we party?
And when will the man on the pavement go away?
Will we all burn at the stake of out own collective ego?
Will we refuse to wake up?
Despite all our horrible, horrible diseases - much worse than mere sneezes.
Will they just go away?
Or will we bequeath them to our children?
Along with plutonium?
Half life 5000 years and that is only half the story?
Or is common sense extinct along with fresh air?
How long will we think
That in the mountains, the air still doesn't stink?
How " will we run away - from the scene of our own crime?
Won't it all come around?