Pijush Kanti Deb writes

Inevitable Apocalypse 

Fueled and thrown

and 

the stone was rushing towards us,

flying and penetrating

the only ariel wall of resistance 

but 

caught and measured desperately

by my sceptic eyes

to make me a child

to take another nap

saying, 

"It is not straight to my body".

But God knows,

it ought to be straight to my soul

to experience a nightmare 

of an inevitable apocalypse.

from SEVEN CHANCES -- Buster Keaton