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 The beginning of the end,

 Has emerged at last,

 I have tried my best,

 Yet I alone cannot heal the wound.

  Perhaps I am to be blamed,

 Perhaps not, who knows?

 But the time acting as a prophet shows,

 That like the divergent continents separation is expected.

  As it pains when someone bleeds profusely,

 My heart shall encounter blood loss,

 But courageous I am like Hephaestus,

 Yet as the icebergs the memories shall melt slowly.

  Let the end strike,

 Enough of the Zen Buddhism-like-dhyana,

 Or thinking much over the area,

 Let the distance prevail in a manner quick.

The days have taught me to be hard like stone,

Rest assured because I like King Balak won’t visit,

Any wizard to harm or blight,

I don’t worry of the pain since like sadness it comes to be gone.