A hundred years shall pass, old stars shall cease to shine. Leaving new brighter ones to fill their gap
The enthralling elegance of things we hold dear shall fade, and better beauties shall emerge
The bolstering candle of love that keeps hearts afire shall succumb to the centenary loom of time,
Burning out as stillness becomes the invariable plight of life, shattering all hopes of forever
Surely a hundred years shall pass, new life would definitely begin from where we stopped
To what fate would the fruits of our hassles be left?
Think dear, Think..
For in the end all that’d be left of life would be a loud enshroud of emptiness,
Screaming vanity to every ear and mind who cares to hear!!!