Essence
Mingle
The ways of hustle bustle will soon depart.
New rules of new life will take birth.
The attraction would adore itself in a new style.
The coiling and curling locks will fall down.
Beings will have to discard the robes that confine.
No longer the beauteous remains behind the veil.
Blowing wind forecasts about the season new.
Flowers may be there but nightingales may forget their mirth.
Adventurous tales inside the books will rust.
Passed glories will find mention nowhere on earth.
We all will cease to be, and mingle with dust.
