The End Poem by Bideep Roy

the end 

waves were crashing and ebbing away 
Sung to the day with their night and day,
clouds were floating and the sky was blue 
To serve as a young soul with a hue.

flowers dangling in the air
a widow stand still with her open hair. 
she stood like a statue tears in her eyes 
Across the grave streams of summer skies.

before the grave of her beloved son
she left a rose and took out the cold handgun,
pointing at her forehead she pulled the trigger  
a voice whispered in her ear 'it's the end no more fear'.