The Final Call Poem by Pragya Jain

If all this was illusion
If all this was confusion
If I had been the one ruling the day
This infinity could end
This situation could bend
I am just the star of my own dreams
Reality is all emptiness it seems
Either they don’t know me yet
Or I possibly don’t know my own strength
I’ve lost it all
But there is still a final call
Maybe there is some way
Though it is stupid to say
The final, the greatest victory
May find a way in my territory
The last stand may be mine
And all this might become fine
The best job is yet undone
Dark clouds may try as much to hide the shining sun
Yet to lighten up this millennia
Yet to reduce my dilemma.