The end is near
Of breaths and
a million gazes
The end is near
Of mighty monuments
Of marble carved ways
The end is near
Of the happy monsoon
Of placid lakes
It is not a tsunami that will end it
It is not the shattering of earth plates
It is merely a whiff of air
Just one warm exhale
One sudden blinding light
Just a spark in the forest
One frail stroke of lightening
That will destroy nations of harmony
That will strike the pillars of solidarity
And shake everything out of its sweet slumber
It will destroy everything in its path
And conquer the peace
till it's last bits are scattered all around
Till resilience and patience are enslaved to darkness
Till faith is caught and captured in metal chains
Till flesh aches and the veins within burst open
Till love is declared to be hung till death.
The end is here
In all it's entirety
Of torn souls and broken hearts.
Of rotten hopes and infested scars.
