World Without End

The numbers are rolling

So are the days

Once upon a time in India

A crow sat in a tree and a pigeon on a temple nearby

The pigeon made a painting on the parapet 

With what you can call shit

The crow cleaned the garbage area

With what you call its beak

It ate the leftovers and never questioned

Even when the UNESCO made the parapet painting

A world heritage site

Millions came to see the shit

Were amazed at the feat

At what a pigeon can do in here

They drank water from plastic bottles

And threw them wherever they could

Green bottles with all gyaan

But nobody took the gyaan

The poor children needed the bottle

It was indeed cool to carry it to the defecation mine-fields

They compared the size and colours and cracked jokes

About the people being amazed at the pigeon shit

They laughed and changed their spots while relieving

Hoping to create another heritage site

This is the fact that I live with

This is the truth that I live with

No matter what you try to do

No matter what you have already tried

It's a world without end

It's a world without end.