The End Was Born
The End Was Born1 min 91 1 min 91
That little creature
Solely responsible for our survival was going mark its sign of birth.
By making us live till it's last breath
But its stern refusal made me amused and confused.
It was a dream of thousands to have a look at this magical earth
But its refusal was something.
Differ from entire universes
I asked the reason and in a blink
It was acceptable to me
And every constellation.
That amazing reply was where
I have to die in every moment of life than what does the definition of my birth would remain.
Where my every hope have no scope
My dream is turned to my scream
My patience is tested in peak
My every drop of blood is scattered in all four directions
Does it determine birth?
It's a big no in every corner so for
Happiness that may not lie for
Even a second I am not ready
To sacrifice of my entire life
And if I do so
I would simply remain in memories of timeline which is never
Going to turn back.
Tears shredded from my eyes
And legs were shivering.
While I was about to think about the future only a red Sun appeared with no drop of water no mark of existence. It was clear the end was so near.