DEATH OF LAST HUMAN It was the late December night, Laying on an old church bench. Leaves bade adiue for the day, And their green seemed ghosty! At the hill's edge, There was a long night moon, The cold moon! Young, vibrant and sprouting! Hours drowned beneath the puddle, Every diving fish reminded me of those cold fishes, Heartless, unkind, callous cold fishes! One foot away from the grave, I could say it now! 'There are plenty of rooms in my heart,' But not even one for that 'ONE'! - Arathi.V ©Arathi.V #bornfire #death #departedsoul #depression #motivatation
