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Aug 2013
He is the last, he has survived
In many years of war.
When billions of people died,
There's nothing to fight for.

He'd never seen the rise of sun
The spring and flower's bloom.
He'd never known the times of fun
As all he knew were times of doom.

But finally there's chance to cease
There's nobody to war.
Whoever cared about the peace
Could fight for it no more.

The end has come ,it is the end, there's nothing left to hide
The human nature has produced its biggest suicide.
The world has changed in cruel way
Through carnage everywhere.
Injustice, darkness, pride, despair
There's nothing else to say …
Mishika Nambiar
Written by
Mishika Nambiar  Mumbai
(Mumbai)   
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