Member Poem

You breathe from the bundle of breaths
That you have been created out of.
The more you breathe–
The faster the bundle shrinks.
The faster the bundle of breaths shrinks–
The more you become closer to the last breath.
Suddenly; soul and body get parted from each other.
You disappear, slowly the memories of you
Fade away from the minds of people.
It repeats, new bundles of breaths sprout
Diffusing hatred while some shower mercy upon others.
The truth finally wipes all out of the earth;
The process continues–
Until the explosion appears
Wherein people are scared of not knowing what's happening!
Wouldn't there be an end if there is a beginning?