Deathtrap Poem by Usman Hanif

To die of suffocation,
life is like a deathtrap...
Just like a fish feels
the death out of the water.
And buried in the air are us;
with no air to breathe
we just need the death to breathe

We're the creation of the clay,
the clay which we would soon become,
and we suffocate in the air...
But the presence of earth
below our feet relieve us
how calm are the dead in the grave!
We just need the death to breathe

The cries that we make,
the feelings that we create
and then we feel the pain,
all of them are asthmic fits
all would be left here...
And we would be alone in the grave
we just need the death to breathe

Here We sleep and wake up,
we again sleep and wake up again
we feel relieved and toubled again
we keep on creating these repitions.
and how busy are we in our routines!
Which makes life so limited.
Actually life is not the peak;
it actually is the start of decline,
the decline towards the death
and every newborn is cursed with it.
Still we infer it as a bliss!
all aour life is a disturbance
and no one would disturb our sleep
we just need the death to breathe...

03-03-2008