Nothing but rubbles in everywhere,
Flames burn out everything.
The entire civilization fell apart,
No sign of existence of zing.
Wherever I see,
it’s nothing but destruction.
No signs of trees or the animals,
No evidence of deception.
Where does the pride reside,
Declaring humans the best creation?
Pride of culture or tradition?
Or was it a misconception?
I’m unsure of what to do now,
Being the flag bearer of the history.
If I failed to survive,
Everything will become a mystery.
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