Poetry of the End
fire raining down from the sky
and my planet turned to hell
with no sign of life but only cries
of his, her and their memories at midnight
strange streams leaking my from eyes
i wonder , "will i even survive?"
poetry i write from every dying
pieces of memories and fragments of my life
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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