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My Story of Extinction

By Anju Kumari


One day, I will disappear with no traces of my feather anywhere,

All will echo but nothing reaches my depth.

Underneath the agony and greed of you all,

I am extinct now.


Now lost to time, out of sight,

I can't defy the law of nature, but got into the hell of the heavens with all my loved ones.

Putting up the mask of a millionaire,

Walking over the ashes of my cloud, will one day curse you all.


Being human is pathetic, but was dodo not something?

Questioning my guilt and pride of not being with this date is my dignity.

My crown still stood up somewhere, where this generation ends,

Finding myself in books and the internet is so surficial that I would die like this.


Crawling over the creepiness of the monsters, I am still alive,

Right in the frame of non-existential, but once existential, I nullify the art of living.

The paranoid you, too, will be gone someday soon,

Waiting for the mask to fall off the bridges of your ego and subtle art of nothingness.


I wish I could indulge myself in one chance of being vulnerable better than extinction,

Too late to be a surplus for this era.

All turned to dust as sorrow is singing,

Once roamed in endless flight now turned a tale for this generation.


Our cries echoed through the land but caught off in between the barren lands,

Both young and old, all gone, yet none return.

A wound that time cannot heal or reverse,

Yes, the faith has slipped and is now in humans' hands.


Extinction's hand is cold and fierce; look how the living beasts stand still,

The earth will remember every name, every soul that tried hard to reclaim.

So let us guard what still remains,

The future lies in the hands of murderers.


To break the cycle, loose the chains,

Don't let the void echo but fill the space with the lives.

Oh, human, get a life not death,

Let them all rise above your corruption and injustice, where shadows play the life, too.


By Anju Kumari


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