The Lecherous Life Of Mr Meandersource; The Lecherous Life Of Mr Meander|sad Poems Poem by Temajung michael tanjang

It was in the days of Farhan
that death took the form of a man
and before your knell did toll
death usually gave you a call

Sitting in his parlour by the shore,
there was a knock on the door
Farhan jerked it open and beheld the sight
dressed in black and holding a paper stood he,
stood death! !

“Thy time has come” he sputtered
“for you are next on my list”
“so soon” cried Farhan
who had lived for four scores.

He whimpered and went frenzy
but death stood expressionless.
with laser in place of eyes,
he was nonchalant and apathetic

Farhan thought of his opulent garments
and his stupendous cars, and again he did lament
looking at death with tears baked lips,
he quavered “lets have a feast of my passin”

For four hours they feasted
but he ate and drank intermittently
while looking at death with deceit in his eyes
he watched as death ate to a point of stupor and fainted

Farhan dragged the list of names from his cold hands
and from top to bottom, he displaced his name
feeling happy to have tricked death,
he drank happily to his health.

four hours later, death awoke
then looking at farhan with gratitude said
“for being kind I will add your days to next autumn”
by starting reading my names from bottom.”

looking at the bottom of the list, he read
“Abongobi Farhan ”
then looking at Farhan he smile and asked:
“CAN YOU ESCAPE FROM DEATH? ”