When you can touch the end
No time to hold,
No time to amend,
Into the void you stare,
With a heart senile
Too old, too broken to mend.
Is it really the end though?
The emptiness swallowing
A siphon deep deep below.
Or could it be A beginning so.
To end when the end is drawn, Indiscernible shall be
The point of dusk
And The point of dawn
Unsure each one,
To fuse into light
Or plunge into the depths
And be gone.
~ Shreyanshu Jha
India