Guest At The Valley Of The Death - Poem by Zakir Sayeed
I had did my best according to me,
I did all which i can,
I tried to prevent all the'banned',
Now that all has come to over;
Feels like just now I am a Sober.
Now i ask
Is this what is called Life?
I can see the death is creeping,
Because deadline is close enough.
When looked back at past my eyes are weeping,
Because my own built fort has been depleted,
And left me in the tough.
My soul is still young but my body is not mine,
Every way it is opposite to once which i called it Fine.
Expecting a call from the above,
Till then i expect is little love;
Which i know is not available for mine,
Going through all despairs, even a 'Love Famine'.
I am a guest at the valley of death,
This world I will have to let go,
For another world is left to know.
Now all I wish for
My soul to leave the body and the pain, i could ignore,
And the next part: ' The Paradise Door'...
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