Is this my fate?
To see the world come to an end…
To see the stars burning…
To see the future in one big explosion of a disaster…
I can’t bear the prophecies…
The new people… ancestors…
Lost and Forgotten…
History takes another corner…
New civilisation, a fresh new start, new everything…
Old…so old I am but so young…
Beautiful world finally comes to an end… end and arrives with a crisis…
Dreams…
All those beautiful dreams… we saw… career… future…
All comes to an end
But people may remember…
Remember US in their dreams but forget as soon as they wake up…
They will be the future and we’ll start them off…
And…
They will have no idea…
And so will you.

This poem was written/submitted by Naila Zahoor.