A Death Story Poem by Shabbir Ahmed

There's a realm where I go to bye the sun.
So, I wait, and go for the sun;
Then I had fun in the burn
when the clouds gorge the orb.

Hey, there's the moon!
Flashing and catching in the noon.
Where are the stars of noon?
When I and the wind move.

My fellows talk and merry
to their roast of fish and duck and cheery.
Hustle and bustle- then dance to rustle
when, at times, the sky is clear.

Time froze, I rode in the death
Fishes dangle, birds mingle, car snoozes,
when the little wood-road says
'Fellows are alright, you froze.'

Trees die, crows dumb,
Peacocks are black-and-white.
Now, Justice is a pool of quick-sand.
I am drowning in it; my friends ate the duck and sleep-bye.