The End

The Sun is syncing with sea 

And  I am sitting under the sky

Contemplating my Last wisdom

My mental door is closed now:

No more extra thoughts

It's been enough to attain

My grave is calling me 

To embrace last breath

It is Time to determine:

" Am I a creator, a sustainer, or a destroyer"

The sky is getting Darker

My hand can't hold it anymore

I should resign from everything

I am getting myself cozy into My grave

It's time

No more pensive memories

No more happiness

Only one thought

The last thing I ever want 

A drop of water of a selfless Love

In My Cheek