Death... Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

The day, somebody close my eyes
without my permission,
the day, somebody enter my room
without my permission,
the day, somebody remove my pillow
without my permission,
the day, somebody wash my body
without my permission,
the day, my passport
and qualification certificates get invalid,
and take me to the pit deep
without my permission,
the day, the dust covers me
and the insects keep me as their food,
the day, my photo gives a special mood
for the relatives and friends,
the day will come sure,
my mind whispers again,
before that
I will have to perform my duties
for the society
for you alone
for you alone
my bosom pulsates
and time flies.