When the first trumpet is blasted,
the earth trembles with fright.
Then mankind chaos and riot
and mothers lost their child.
When the stars trickles like rain
and the moon is cleft asunder,
the mountains break terrain,
Its the eve of hereafter.
When money and material made no more sense,
no more caste, can't distinguish the difference.
Kings and landlords owned no more lands,
everything is futile, no more repentance.
When the earth quavers, crash and burn,
then, we have reached the point of no return.
Zulqarnain MN
Respect till infinity
-ThePoet-
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