Under the shroud of those sagged eyes
Tears too were crying
In the wheeze of his spirited breath
Even life was dying
Around the aura of his uncontrolled body
I was lying
Over his name on a soused sand
There was a lonely moon
Ogling reflections
Of heights on depths……..in depth
Waiting for the auspicious doomsday
Sea will rise to moon
Or moon will embrace sea
Were the heights were shallow
Or depths dwarf?
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On the Doom's day many unnatural things can happen! Sea may rise to the moon and moon may embrace the sea! A very intriguing write! Thanks for your beautiful comments! !