Death Of Life Poem by Naveed Akram

His death happened a year ago,
Once his heart stopped and had ejected
From the chest, losing his life
And all of everything.

His death praised me as a novice of books,
Reading has a championship,
My heart has stopped too,
Giving me a blood-bath to consider.

My death is the result of deaths,
Births are a rational event,
May considerations arise for the slaughter
Of many devils and demons in this bath called Life.