Elegy Of The Unknown Poem by M. Asim Nehal

When life's curtain falls, a hush descends,
Who shall mourn, with hearts like lead or ends?
Like shadows flitting through a murky stream,
their motives masked, an enigmatic dream.
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When the curtain of life falls, there will be a silence,
Who will mourn, who will shed tears & who will care about us?
It will remain a mystery, like shadows in a murky stream
Intentions will remain a mysterious dream like a masked soul.