As the eyelids start to crumble...

As the eyelids start to crumble,
In the poignant silence of existence,
The children sleeping after the lullabies,
The oldies chanting their historical lines,

The mob mumbling and scattering,
With the earth's longitude,
latitude transformations,

Floras inching its way higher,
Faunas chewing its food slower,
With the part of the world starting to cuddle,


Even the turbulent mysteries resounding its skeptical nature,

This. .
This little human being. .
This little heart
Never stops beating
for you,for YOU.

Nature's ironically destined fate?;-)

-Sathya.