The pores of the canvas chose to perch:
And the fauna and the flora were
Given no option but to parch.
The sweet melons evanesced.
Everything lost sense.
Time breathes like pretence.
The shoulders of the farmers
Are losing boldness.
A goodbye to a lover
Brings back the last kiss:
Kisses of happy souls-sweet.
Sweet in absence gives no ‘thank you’
Vile streams of all times.
Everything withers with the last kiss.
Oh! How it pierces so fiercely.
But it all goes.
Time is just around the corner.
Nowadays’ time-everything is misplaced.
Sombre songs: dirges are about to play.
Ground graves soon to leave wombs:
Stench paralysing the sense of smell.
All is just nigh:
Blight to all of creation.
Everything is vanishing.
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