One day, when there will be no sun,
No moon and no stars on the sky.
Neither you nor I,
Will be able to strike a match and light the sky.
There will be sheer darkness in the churches,
Mosques and temples will turn into black ashes.
There will be no one in the Universe,
Just you and I left in the dead mashes.
At that time,
I will come to you,
And kneel down,
Bow my head,
And kiss your feet.
Then there will be a new life,
Sprouting from the buds of white light.
Where everyone will be almost happy,
Looking at you with my sight.
June12,2001
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