A Temporary Existence Poem by shakil ahmed

A Temporary Existence

A day will come
When in the crowd of millions
People will forget my footsteps
My body will perish
In the dust of mound
I will be lost forever and ever
My soul will take rest,
Far away, in an eternal world
Sun will rise in the east
Moon will climb in the sky
Rose will bloom in the garden
World will go in its accord
Only my footsteps will not be here
To shower my love to near and dears
Future will engulf my past and present
In the deep delved earth
Moth will eat my books,
My precious collections
Will be destroyed slowly and slowly
Only my writings will roam
Here and there-
As only sign of my past existence
In this very transitory world.

Shakil Ahmed.