Stealthy Death
Nasir Uddin Ahmed
Sometimes dry leaves rustle near
Darkness darkens
with chilling cold
Rhythm of heart beat
I do hear
Bold souls fail to remain bold
Rustling bustling things go fast
Shadows lining overcast
Black cats rough-tough
repeat close
Midnight's owls' tongue
get too loose.
All these things are part of life
Departing destined with beard ripe
That's not true in every case
We see halt even in early phase
Now and then it lays its icy hands
On people throughout of all brands
On king or clown, beggar or rich
On modest, August, rampant, witch
No one does it leave or spare
No where does it stand and stare
Crawls or grabs, or turns snatching hawk
Does not invite too much talk.
All that we know right and fine
With pomp and splendour shine and dine
We go fighting lighting days
Care not that much for schorching rays
For wedon'tthink its the final term
We have still a lots exams
One done next one knocks at door
Life is, in fact, an endless tour.
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