End Of Days Poem by ARSHAJ GAIKWAD

The sun is dying,
The time is stopping,
The streams are dying by.
The woods are standing,
But without any landings,
As shadows are creeping by.

When they were a beauty,
The men came rocking,
The gods of lands, they thought.
And till a sweet morning,
Till the bloody evening,
They brought their own downfall.

As the day progresses,
As mankind regresses,
Till they all befall.
When the time comes,
And the GLOBE bumps,
They will know their fault.

And then what a pity,
Will the ALMIGHTY,
Save the end of days.
Will the beauty cherish?
Will mankind perish?
What a world at stake! ! !