One of my poems

Planned future of the world

Is the world here true or false?

Point of view of my dellusion?

Why is it? What is the cause?

Is it only an illusion?

Is it like a book or story

That contains soul of the past?

Is it going to reach glory

Or just for a moment last?

Will it still remain for ages

Or with ages has to pass?

Mirror of the golden cages -

Reflected in broken glass

I don't know if I shall worry

What is planned, it has to be

Despite thanking, being sorry,

We just have to wait and see.