Finally Dust As Death Poem by Aftab Alam

While I played with the kids
Found out the truth, I must share
Brethren; stood I, frank and fare
There a group of boys with jar
Water more than the half
Near the brook, fishing
They caught the fish small
With hand dug deep into mud
They put on the glass jar,
At my surprise, what I have seen?
A multi layers;
At the bottom-mud
Then sand and then pebbles
At the top stone
On the waterabove
Dust and dry grasses

I asked the boys
Should I start from bottom or Top?
They replied as you wish

Nice; see at the bottom
Mud so soft
Disturbed the Jar
It will diffuse
A baby it is
Now sand; you all are sand
That slips through the hands of the time
Pebbles; the youth
And the stone above; like me
Life cascaded in layers
Finally Dust as death