Alone Poem by devadyuti nag

The world goes on as it ever did.
The birds sing, the flowers seed.
The river takes a new 'unchanging course',
Under a red sky.


I walk past the dusty graves,
Of a hundred billion people.
Yet, I do not flinch.


Space is a bounty-I have all I need,
And much to spare.
I look back in time to see,
Man's sad, vain hope, and history.
I am the Last Man on Earth.


I let out a small sigh.
I take up my coffee cup,
and think again, on paper;
While the multitude pass me by.


I just don't see myself with them.