SAGA OF THE LAST MAN
The end of the world, and so quickly,
Destruction, self-chosen, pathetic,
Fireworks of human limbs scatter,
Sweet home turned to dust horror, (1)
Silence rules, eerie, piercingly
visible,
Diminished greenery and the rivers,
The fertile land, granaries, the past,
Cities and villages ruined or ghostly,
(2)
Inaudible music songs symphonies,
Sky without birds or forest animals,
Busy highway sky scraper crumbles,
Hope and desires, eliminated sadly, (3)
Earth is a dead planet and lonely,
The desert dune wind blows slowly,
Waterless land borderless surprise,
Subsided war clouds receded lives, (4)
An unknown world, meaning void,
No happiness, pleasure, and love,
No cruelty, bloodshed, savagery,
A romantic night throb imaginary, (5)
The only survivor of a holocaust, run,
Tired on the sand, stumbling often,
Parched lips and dry throat gasp,
Burning eyes, the last energy hope, (6)
The human race went to oblivion,
He escaped from death, walks on,
No one admits he still lives, pity.
His shadow assured his life a belief,
(7)
Hallucinate, a mirage and an oasis,
Palm groves, dry fruit, and water,
Saga of the last man shade allure,
It was a bad dream result, laughed.
(viii)
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Date:
5 March 2026
Themes:
Fear of the destroyed world
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(India)






