Running away from fangs of death
On this fatal treadmill of time!
Older and short of breath
How long will my fuse last?
No more solace in cynicism
Nothing Bitter sweet in sarcasm
The hard truth of suffering is here
Nothing more can evade it
It can crack any skull; and melt any brain
Memories and hope too,
All shall evaporate!
The heretic says!
Oh! How much Love can save this world!