Poem: The Day of Void

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It's the day when nothing is audible.
And not because everyone is quiet,
but because there is noone to hear.
It's the day when noone is in pain,
not because there is no fire,
but because there is noone to burn.
The sights of destruction are dominant,
with strands of flora struggling to survive.
The fires that have burnt mighty stars,
have taken over our planet earth too.
The drops of nectar from the heaven
are still showering on the planet.
But the fate of the life was sealed,
and all life has come to void.
The water now ceases to exist,
but who cares! There is noone to drink it.
The air is filled with the fumes of life,
that were burnt amidst the cruelest of pains.
The sounds of the lives in agony,
have left their echos in the silences that remain.
Oh Great lord! Why did this day fall on us?
What the world would not have given,
to be spared of the might of this day?
Nature has revealed the power of its anger!
All bow their heads, its the doomsday.

                                             -Sushant Kumar Das

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