Packs Of Probability Poem by Akhtar Jawad

She sleeps for million years,
after making billion may be trillion
packs of probability,
and scattering it all over the universe.
Every living and nonliving thing gets a pack.
When population of nonliving zone crosses the limit,
it ends in a black hole.
When population of the living zone crosses the limit,
it being helpless in the hands of instincts,
fights to survive.
She awakes after a long night,
those locked in the gray zone,
neither living nor nonliving,
are unlocked.
We know like the nonliving zone this living zone is also helpless,
but,
being fighters we still fight,
hoping at least one of our family members,
fittest to survive will finally survive.
We are descendants of hopeful great men.