The Doomsday

A poem

Photo by Jared Murray on Unsplash

When the sun will retract to brighten other stars
the moon will surrender its charm and go hiding behind the bars
when the clouds will pull back
and see breeze will become slack
when the newborns will forget to cry
and the dead will leave their graves and fly high,
when the flowers will shrivel and never blossom again
even the wildest animal will groan in pain
when there will be no casteism and national integrity
humans will ditch their ego and arise unity
when all of the money will flow into the dead-end
the difference between rich and poor will descend
when the smiles will fade out and soldier’s bravery will fade away
it will be the last day, the doomsday.