Its 2050! Ya, AD... I heard some people still dwell – On the magnificent Himalayan peaks, and In the caves of shame and lair, god knows where... This place, they used to call Mumbai The pioneer to cine and crime! Now, it lies beneath these dark, murky waters Waters, with no life in it It all started with the nuke wars... I’ve seen at a place called Kashmir! Women trying to rescue her child- Melting into a goblin! And fusss... It started everywhere, the war! I’ve seen humans evaporating – Leaving behind- smell, fume and a want of life... All turn silent, the death strife! The poles melted, so did life! Cities submerged, the new-York and Bangkok... So did Mumbai and all others Me? I’m not a flesh and bone! I’m a soul... A radioactive soul! Here, Searching for the remnants of my loved ones... Searching, eyes of my parents- In which resided a lot of dreams, the Finger-tips and lips of my beloved – they were beautiful! I’m searching the reason of this all Searching for the method, to Sow the garden again... But alas! I’m a soul, a radioactive soul...

South and Central Asia

A Radioactive Soul

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