Naysayers at the door,

Banging to grasp at what is false.

Naysayers at the door,

Let them in falsity find recourse.

Beat me up, to find your solace,

Hang me up, to find your grace,

Sliver of Christ, I have to haul,

While the termites try to crawl.

Naysayers at the door,

Burn my flesh, kill my soul.

Naysayers at the door,

Aye! Your road is gonna stop.

Dry me up, to quench your thirst,

Scorch my body, to satisfy your brawl,

Kill me now, the only wish that’s left,

Beat me up, and find your solace.

Naysayers at the door,

Always looking for more.

Naysayers at the door,

Bury your nightmares for me, now.

~Soubhik Chakrabarty

Kolkata, India