Dead Body Poem by Abdul Sattar
Dead Body
When I pass that stream
Some reflection in my mind
Grasps me and my nerves
A dead body flown away
By flood waters
With muddy hair and open mouth
Tall and soaked in muddy water
Torn out clothes
The elbows scratched
Blood stained
When I pass that stream
My soul becomes heavy
Some mysterious people
Dragging that body
But not lifting it
Just like a dead animal
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Abdul Sattar. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks