What If?
What if the sky should fall,
and bury us all?
What if the sun should burn
and darkness reigns the world?
What if the rivers ran dry
and all Life will die?
What if the wind should rise
and sweep us from the
Earth goodbye?
What if the fire explodes
and bombarded by smokes?
What if the end is near,
and our sins are not yet corrected?
What if the seas are starving
and swallow up the shore;
devoured it all?
What if the stars should fall
and light will be no more?
What if the hope we had,
turn to a bitter pain?
What if our dreams have failed,
and all be lost in vain?
YOU ARE READING
Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression
PoetryThese short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion
