Death Stands Still
Death stands still at my yard
Looking at me with its piercing eyes,
Gaping its ugly mouth
To swallow my body and soul
Like hungry bestial python.
I am quiet benighted of the fact,
I was romping with words.
I still remember the happy sunrise,
With its dew drops and blooming flower,
Beckons me for a joyous day
Full of merry-making and endless life
But well I apprehend now
Life in its own accord
Has bamboozled me like a mirage
In a desert full of hot sands.
My sun is about to set
In a mysterious and distant horizon
Leaving all my mundane belongings,
That are very dear to me,
I have to finish and depart.
I pass my days
With a timid and pounding heart.
Shakil Ahmed.
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