The unexpected dreams are making sound,
Destruction of the world is forming cloud.
The life of the world is running anti-clockwise.
I have seen the world's death to rise.

The sun appears blood red, in sky
And no birds seem to fly.
Weather is dry wind blowing everywhere,
No sound, no echoes only a sense of fear.

Blowing wind carries the cry of eternity,
Like a threat of time to posterity.
No one will survive in those releam storms
And not a single soul, to mourn.

The world is burning on gunpowder's fire.
And no one heed to no one's care.
Forest are burning to ashes and turns weary.
Lushy world became fire notches& there are no tary

Greenery of the earth getting dark and brown,
Draughts and cracks and crevies and no reason to frawn.
It seems to be sticky pest climbing, so warm
Like the supernova itself decend on land to burn.

The proud high heads are breaking & rolling down,
And they are decending on every town.
All glory of high hills is destroy;
And no victory like the battle of troy.

The molten magma are growling below earth's crust,
Liquid fire is raining everywhere as the volcanoes burst.
Mount Etna is smoking very hard and rough,
As explodes, it burns and flows out every staffs.

The high waves are spinning over seas
Violent storm and rain is there only to see.
The stunnning dark clouds are bursting,
Which thunders and the sound evermost frightening.

All are melting and breaking down from the whole,
Ices of north pole and south pole.
Crushing of ices in pieces is feathered
And those pieces glares like emerald.

It destory the world's ancient and modern civilisation,
Every homosapiens is scared to live the destruction.
Eftoons, the civilisation tethered to the brink of life.
Souls are now riding on the edge of knife.

Centuries ago the master craftman had built those monuments,
Is now demolishing in every moments.
Which were the benchmarks of history men
And saving them from destroying no one can.

The king of woodlands are crying,
And the respected citizens are praying,
Every soul of the earth are smiling,
Because they know, it is their last breath.

Life became printed poetry, without refrains;
Being endevorus to live, but only dead reamains
Deads here and there, life like without alliteration.
Slutish nature show its minimal sight of human civilisation.

The albatross of the world has flown away,
The destruction of the world was on all around
And I was standing solitude feeling proud.
Because,
I am the last of the world!


© heart of a dying star

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