End of world
I let them have my peas
Multiply and increase
I gave them their own Earth
They landed and felt safe
I watched their protagonist
Felt going to movies
Climbing after fall, re-rising
Plots were excellent; amazing
They carved caves
Then inside laid their eggs
Cradles and babies
Mothers gone as ladies
Time passed on, they were warm
Had space in the jar; firmly tight
"No! Never! " I had said
To leave them in the pain
Some called me "Crazy"
"They're insects throw them."
Yesterday, Final-Day
I looked and found them dead.
Jar opened, they were dumped
Science comes in my thoughts:
"Have heaven or a hell?
Their souls go to space?
What about Black-Hole?
Apocalypse, end of world
Is this life we wait for?
Come and go, nothing more."
Is it dream or wisdom?
This is me, my kingdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem