By Muhammad Imran
When the world ends
There will be no shadowy chinars
There will be no lofty mountains
Chirpy birds will be nowhere.
Pacific too will lose its existence
And waterfalls will no more be alluring.
Beauty and charm will perish.
The gushing waters will turn dry.
Under the blazing sun,
the souls will get baked.
The sound of trumpet of Israfil (AS)
and there will be a resurrection
All gathered with heads down
Stark naked, worried and anxious
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