If I Were to Give Death a Try

If I were to give death a try
The world would be ending

The last of flowers dried and perished
Oceans boiled

No place left to hide my horcrux (i.e., you)
Neither any magic left in those eyes

The birds, flying off to space
Meteors punching the soft Earth’s crust

Nuclear bombs whimpering in a corner
World politics, with the only vote on the ballot — NOTA

If I were to give death a try
The world would have ended

— नि.भो.