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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

22:59:59



The radio telecasted -“30° 55' N, 75° 54' E will be hit in an hour”…
And thus nature shall triumph over cross bordered wars.
With A foregone anguish…
And a breathless cry…
An hour to go and existence shall end,
In the echoes of sigh…
The power tide has left the shore,
Soon it shall come banging your door…
Thus dissolving possessions…
Watering impressions…
Today no love, no care, no art..
No desire, no logic on depart
Can help us resign to fate…
Today human stands as a defeated inmate
Only hysteria of impatience…
Mayhem of inability
Stand as pawns of this blameless game…
Today which ‘single one’ will you blame!
This last hour, Mario plays to lose…
Teetotalers resolve to booze…
Saints dwell inside,
Nobody but the countdown of clock abides…
The war of survival shall terminate today…
But only to elicit another..
‘Hell or heaven..’
‘Hall of fame or
Walk of shame…’
A thought of anticipation knocks my Id …
Is this catastrophe really an aching bid
Aren’t we fortunate to foresee the collapse….
And struggle to fulfill our last desires…
to contest what we became and what we aspired….
Unlike those who die unknown, unaware..
With no prospect to look at their loved ones one last time…
Or To give an hour of devotion to  ‘The Power Prime’..
Nor To hold this mighty pen once more…
Hence let the concluding elixir pour
Let us submit being brave ,
Let the sheath of new world  shelter our grave.




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