Two Thousand and Twelve,
Almost two years to dwell.
Two Thousand and Twelve,
Just two years in our shell.
With each calendar page being overturned,
Each day in passing is making everyone concerned.
Catastrophe is what everyone has to say,
Afterall, nature will end everything in some or the other way.
Casualties and devastation all around then,
The dead will include children, women and men.
The fear in mind of anyone remaining dead or alive,
But I feel nothing will remain, nothing will thrive.
The whole world will remain still and mute,
All will cease that was beautiful and cute.
I see that coming, I see that happening,
Life then for all will not have any meaning.
Everything looks bad, and all is hell,
I hope and pray that this is a dream and all is well.
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