The End Was Born

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.