End of the world


When you open your eyes
Morning after the end of the world
Astonishment is the first thing that hits
Nothing else is close enough

Depression, Fear, Loneliness,
Sadness all seem to have been defeated
Just like the world

You try to find your feet
Amidst all the wreckage
There is enough ground
For you to explore
Few shrubs seem to have survived too
Some greenery, some sunlight
Not everything is blue
You then open the droopy eyes
Pushing away this urge to sleep
There’s much to do

©. Gauri Dixit

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About Gauri Dixit

A software professional from Pune, India, Gauri is an avid reader and writes English poetry. Her poems have been published in multiple anthologies including 'Cloudburst - the womanly deluge' and 'athe Virtual Reality'. Her poems were featured in the Poet's Corner for the E-zine 'Mind Creative' published from Syndey Australia and Learning and Creativity e magazine.

4 thoughts on “End of the world

  1. tapeshwar

    Not like a Borg that devours, but like a phoenix from the wreckage it will rise and wink to an understanding that there is much that is not lost to resuscitate life among the remanent , the cells that could breath.



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