End At Dead- Night

You must be too curious to know Where you had been before you are born With the same intensity of enthusiasm You wish not to be remained unaware How things went before the time is known Since you came to know Once one is born, he must test the taste of death As none dares to claim immortality Then, you must have in your imagination How things would be when this cosmos would end No matter how strongly you wish not But in reality this cosmos would come to an end The only points are how and when No matter how it comes: in complete silence Or as it was born with a big bang But suddenly at dead-night would be nice and fine!