Death Will Point Me Out Poem by shakil ahmed

Death will Point Me Out
(a poem by Shakil Ahmed)

I hear the melodious tune of a hidden bird
Standing alone in the solitary waiting-shed
All my acquintances have vacated
Tearing the strings of bond that bound them
With the fragrance of this lovely planet
The golden history of men is strangely alike-
A brief journey from cradles to Grave.

I am rollicking with fun and romping with words
Within the four walls of waiting-shed
And death waits outside with its iron-will
Gaping at me and casting its red eyes.

The darkness that lives on in the world of death
Makes my mind brimming with panic and fear
That lie very deep within my soft bosom
I can't weave a dream in my mind's sky
I can't paint my dream with vivid colours
That demonic fear creates a formidable wall
And reminds me about my brief stay
Veering away the threads of my dream.

Sometimes I think, if I hide myself
In an invisible castle at the bottom of sea
Much like a bird on the grove of a tree
To flourish in peaceful and fearless mind.
But I know it full well that
Terrible death will point me out
Getting my smell from summer's breeze
Death doesn't bother times and seasons,
Comes in time, assigning no reason
Even Pharaos couldn't hide from death
After amassing limitless power and fortune
Death places them in their dark mounds
Beneath sands and blocks of stones

I implore to all the hidden birds-
Pour your melody over the dreaming planet
And let me enjoy the tune forgetting my regret.