if the end is near

at the messy noon
when the breath of life struggling
the torment restrained

in the silence of night
when the breath of life resting
the grief haunted

no naughty tickling from leaves
no jokes from the flirtatious flowers
no swaying of the soft green grass
all just silent ….. in worries

scorch slowly
obliterate  surely
nature crying in deeply
for the dying of sustainability

no one care even aware

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– mei –

“if people says that the end is near then remember that we are the cause”

– NaFaz –