The End

THE END...



When does it end?
Every breath, every second, every move;
From the trees teetering to the wind, to the distant call of a bird,
Of a faintly heard smile of a child far away,
To the motion of the stars and shallow clouds in the sky,
Forwards it moves, forwards. And only forwards;
It moves, achingly dragging us along;
Cosmos births from it, The mother,
Dies from it ironically; It is,
The rapid enemy and the slowest friend,
If you see it, ask its answer;
When does it end?...

Why does it end?
Every loving father, every ever-caring mother;
Every relation of blood, that thickens our brethren's bond,
Every seed, every giant,
Every God, every saint,
Every outcast and every malefactor;
Every star and stardom, every king and his kingdom;
Falls, falls and surely falls,
With it, everything falls, either false or truth;
Everything that is, would soon not be,
For seemingly it's the only truth,
So when you see it, ask its answer,
Why does it end?....

                                       - Arun Krishna G



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