Know that I’ll be here, m’dear.

With a full stop, a sentence finds its end.
And rivers disappear around the bend.
Books close with final chapters,
But my chant is unending, m’dear.

Well, the sun might one day begone,
There might never be another dawn,
All the earthly ice might melt,
But my voice shall ring, I’ll still be here.

World might collapse in tremor,
Under tropic sun, all might wither,
And the heart might lose its cheer,
But know that, I’ll be here, m’dear.

Waves might break,
The world might shake,
Hope might stay bleak
But know that I’ll be here, m’dear.

Hurricanes may whip,
So many may leave,
Hearts may grieve,
But know that I’ll be here, m’dear.

Rainfalls may be torrential,
Eroding the world, in single downpour,
Cyclones may descend,
But know that I’ll be here, m’dear.

Sandstorms may rage,
In play, might mischievous lightning engage,
Aurora, in brilliance, might hamper,
But know that I’ll be here, m’dear.

They might dig my grave,
And all might return to place of origin,
I may cease to breathe, and time may win
But know that I’ll be here, m’dear.

9:03 pm, 4th January, 2010.