The End (My Version) Poem by saurabh kadam

my wrist circled by your friendship band
ohh my friend
delicately expensive shell on the sand

depend and defend
is this some new trend?
6 stones 7 bands
many lands, many stands

one last shallow grave
one last band
it all started in an ancient cave
after this will there be a hand?

give me a chance oh creator
invisible human air will burn as I yearn
I need another cigarette for my lighter
another chance to learn

ancient history and a clan
mother earth's digestion power
it's not the end, beginning of a newborn soul
a soul with a plan

my wrist circled by your friendship band
as I demand
ohh my friend
delicately expensive shell buried in the desert land

searching for a deep end to defend
repaint
life, death
till the last breath
only rule I cant bend
7 stones many bones
can't hear all the moans with different tones

this is the end
beautiful friend
my only friend
the end