THE LAST BELL

And of the ancient bell of the Greek

After the platter gold ensued

In the realm of the day’s offerings

And then, the sound was heard.

And the book we now have

Surface the mouth of our emblem

Surpass the face of Tsunami

In the quickest of time, it precede the memory we dwell

And the tornado in the west

Shape our faces for the anguish to come.

It was a part; He said in fear

My friend went safe; she said in doubt

The last bell is of the world; I say as the wind blows to the stream to capture the forest

I doubt the faces am seeing

Will our ship all wreck?

Uncertainties cover our heart

The Big Bang Theory fast tracking the realm

When will the last bell blow its whistle…………..