The final call

Strange sound often strikes me,

Like that of a knell,

Ringing sound of a death bell,

It seems to ring far off,

But why do I hear it ?

I hear it close and clear,

I hear it in the dark hours,

Dark, Silent, Amorphous hours,

When the entire world sweetly reposes,

And only I can hear it loud.

When everything else is quiescent,

I lay all still and numb,

As if just been woken up,

From a nightmare.

In a state of oblivious torpor,

I ponder about the strange sound,

What it could possibly be?

A sinister omen?

A sign of the ultimate destruction?

Has a curse befallen me?

Or is it this wicked world,

Eventually heading towards,

Its own Doomsday?

The sound is getting louder,

Bloody spectacle all around me,

And, bloody picture at the horizon,

Evilness been inflicted upon people,

Growing fast with them,

Like soars and bloody wounds,

Contaminating Purity, Chastity, Virginity,

Destructing Peace,

But, Death closes all,

With sickels and swords in its hands,

It is killing innocence,

Giving birth to a million Gorgons.

Oh! the sound is surely a knell,

A knell been tolled for all of us,

For the entire human race,

As all of us have reduced,

Reduced to the level of reptiles,

Fallen real down,

Fallen in the eyes of The Almighty.

Wake up!

Wake up, from your ignorant slumber,

Listen to the sound of Destruction,

Listen to your Final Call,

Wake up to a brand new world,

Where all wrongs have been undone,

Wake up to love and prosperity,

Where nothing but Love prevails.

We shall sail again,

On the voyage of Love and Brotherhood,

Surviving all the hardships,

We'll save our ship from drowning,

God shall still be our captain,

And there shall be no more frowning.

By,

Sparshita.