Wednesday, 18 August 2021

Poem 15

   

                                   Apocalypse  


The sun ached for the moon,

The moon ached for the light,

The stars doth not tarry to burn 

And ashes were nowhere to find,

I see, the burning flames get to down

And a huge darkness spread around

In midst of the infinite universe

Bringing this war to doom...

                                             - Ishika Jain 




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