M braved the storm and walked through the cold windy night,
She reached J's apartment, walked in and turned on the light.
J was by the window, sitting on his rock chair,
He looked lost in thought, running his fingers through his hair.
M walked to him and lay her hand on his head,
It was an odd hour of night yet both were out of bed.
She stood there by his side in a moment of peace,
Years of research, toil, and labour was now coming to cease.
J finally stood up, shivering in disbelief,
M was his loyal student who didn't mind becoming a thief.
She stole the old wooden box from the Govt. just for J,
They stood there together, holding the key to doomsday.
For centuries now, since the civilization has been rebuilt,
many many scientists have tried to study their silt.
The further they dug, the deeper they went,
They found strange coins called nickels, dimes, and cent.
J lead the troops to excavations and discoveries,
that all connected to form a story - some kind of memories.
The deeper he dug, the weirder it got,
Everything they found connected the dots.
Then one day the government had decided to come down to the site,
and ordered for everything to stop; to evacuate by twilight.
Of all the things they confiscated, they took with them a box,
the one that looks pristine, the one that stirred up the talks.
From mafias in London to Copenhagen,
the quest for the box had long begun.
For whoever held the box, held the golden key,
they can end they misery, they can design our destiny.
J knew what M did;
M knew J had to open it,
With fear trembling down the back of J's spine,
he opened the box just as the clock struck nine.
Inside was what looked like an old cassette tape and portable audio player,
but how can something that dates thousands of years contain this conveyor?
J and M shared one earplug an ear,
set in some batteries and clicked play to hear.
What they heard next baffled them to the core,
It was a mystical voice that lead them through a door,
They were transported to another world; a world just like theirs -
the only difference being - that world was not yet caught up with the affairs.
People still used cassettes and tapes,
computers were on the rise, and it was not just a planet of apes.
J and M couldn't quite comprehend where their body was,
The short relay had ended and they came back from the long pause.
They stood there trembling at history blow,
all the science and technology had looked just as developed as 20 years ago.
But what baffled them more was what they saw in the end,
A professor and his student causing the transcend.
That prof and his student too had opened a box,
saw a world just like theirs and lead to temperature-drops.
It caused that world to end,
leaving the survivors to fend.
But isn't that what just happened too?
A professor and his student opened the box thinking it was a coup.
J and M stood there wide eyed,
for they opened the box that was named classified.
Slowly the earth around them started to split,
Fire dropped from sky but it was too late to admit,
They dropped to their knees crying out their sorries,
Time was about to reset and bury all their stories.
A large ball of fire had shooted from the sky,
Burned all the cities, and every child woman and man would cry.
Thus was wiped an entire mankind,
But no one blamed the Gods, the unforgiving and the unkind.
A and Z jolted back to their senses,
Shivering in their bodies, anticipating the consequences.
Engulfed in a fear of the painful death you're about to die,
the apocalypse thats caused by the CD you must not eye.
PS: My narration based on an old Hindu theory that says - Mankind is believed to be as scientifically civilized and technologically advanced as now for seven times in the past.
