End Of The Word (In View Of 21st December 2012) Poem by Vikas Sharma

If the world was to end tomorrow
Will it be a joy or a sorrow?
I decided to give it a thought
For none to this my attention brought
If the world were to end, death is sure
In, ‘all will be dead', I find my cure
No will squander my wealth ever
Any one speak ill of me, never
With me everything will be razed
All the history will be erased
But what if there are few survivors
Maybe there are few whose luck favors
First and foremost will I be one of them?
I have done a lot good to survive the mayhem
But what if my luck falls short
Or to some unfair means others resort
If I die and someone left behind
God! Neither will it be fair nor kind
Of what good will the whole idea of doomsdays
If people of values and morals of this age stays
They'll bribe and corrupt the New World
Carrying on immoral legacies of this world
Moreover they will usurp our wealth left behind
And they will speak ill of whosoever and none will mind
So partial end of world will go astray
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