end of it all.

I would whisk not,

Awaiting, I would not be tired of waiting.

But

When you are done with it all,

when the world becomes a messy place,

When bright days start to haunt you

more than the dreary dark nights,

You would have me there,

To listen to you,

To tell you some stories,

When the world seems to end,

these stories would create some worlds,

where you could smile.

Because,

I, for one,

Have learnt it by now,

that Many worlds are created and destroyed

every single moment,

But the tiny little world,

which you and I share,

must be saved

amidst all the chaos.