Death Id Poem by sultan mahmud

He was my Facebook friend
Died a few years ago
An uncle of my village
An incredibly handsome young man
Died abroad!
I got his birthday notification
As I get other friends every day.
Shall I greet him?
I look at the timeline with some hesitation.

Last Status - Death is as beautiful as life!

Does people understand the call of death?
I see his smiling pictures one by one
How alive, how fresh yet
It seems that he is still on the other side
Maybe message will be responded!
How many memories are arranged across Facebook
There are still monuments to his life
This is the march that goes away every day
How many people go away?
I will also go in their procession one day
We forgets that eternal truth!

I message - how are you uncle?
No response, cold soundless silence on the other side
At the end of the day I understand that-
only silence is true, only emptiness is permanent
A dead ID comes and goes.