Last Man On The Earth

I wonder what the last man on earth would feel like,
When he will be alone and can never feel a human.
Every secret and every dream of his will stay untold forever;
When there will be no signs of humanity nearby still he will be calm and relaxed.
Alone and unaided he will sing his quest.
The world that disappointed once,
Will end all its marvels to him.
He won't be scared of being judged,
He will be perplexed yet peaceful.
Every adversity that once seemed to him like the end of his world would now give his world a new meaning.
He won't have to change according to the circumstances,
He could even stay the same by changing.
He won't be held captive by thoughts of others.
There won't be a society to intrude.
His story will be left unheard,
His voice will be confined to his self forever.
His death will mark the end of an era.
There won't be anyone else left to bury him even.
He won't have any more words to speak.

Where he wouldn't  have to respect the boundaries,
Where he wouldn't have to shrink himself for the sake of others,
Where he can flow beyond flow even. Where he will be the emblem of peace and his world will stay sacred.
Where he will be devoid of the beauty to pass his self into others.
Where for every truth he beheld within, he could dare to let them go.
Where he could bare his heart open out of his skin,
And finally, let it feel he is at peace somehow.
Where he could turn into poetry and pass around in the waters.
Where his mind would be numb and no thoughts would float in it.
Where he could be allured by himself.
Where he would lose everything and still have everything.
Where his soul would be placid till its last breath and still,
His eyes won't ever sleep yet sparkle.

-Samarth Sarin