Could it be our last write ,

It was just a story ,

They never imagined about the tear

The soul was young and tired

Could it be the last sight ,

The reality had to be set aside

Even memories died before the present

It was struggle to the last

Could it be the last laugh

The hood just cursed the skies

Who could revive the life

Just a needle at the camel,s eye

Noone knew the story…

Could it be the last letter

It got a repeat at the doorstep

Who thought about the story

It became a reality ,

Sky red covered in black

Could it be….