Dust In Grave! Poem by Abdullah alHemaidy

No way to avoid it, no way

Man get closer to his grave each day.

Life & days like pages of a book.

Day after day,

Night after night.

Trying to catch up what! ?

Is it the last day?

Last page,

Where man sleeps his last sleep on this earth,

And read totally new thing.


May be he is simply too comfortable on the ground.

Now, seemed a thing that could not feel!

Nor could see the moon up there.

Maps of poets graves down there,

And other graves.

Waves after waves

Days after days

On earth.


I saw graves making a nice flowered green grove

On a grave spot a big stone

I tell you what I read

Elizabeth Bishop 1911-1979

That's all!

And some words..


All I want to say

She was fresh as a rose in June

I am not afraid to say I had an afraid feeling.


Days like doors

From door to door

Nobody is sure

When and where shall be the last door?


I should not be arrogant anymore

I should not go fast

Let it be slide

I will be dust few days or more

Dust in grave for sure

Will the wind carry it here or there?

I do not care.


The past is now a memory.

Future is unknown.

It is clear,

I am fine here.

I have a sage

Regardless of the unknown number of the last page.