Life Is A Waiting Dust Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

If I ever die:
So handsome and
So young, curse
The day, maidens
Shall weep from
Eve to dusk,
But I will be gone.
The flight of birds
Will fade at my grave;
Together we flown,
From life to death:
Shadows and meadows
Shall clutch, and Shepherds
Cannot walk the sheep, -
Dark and dust will reign.
A man of few friends like me…
That day will be short and cheap.
Tears will be warm and true;
But humans live to forget,
Quickly my name shall be faint.
No memory shall remember,
Hence I bid, life is a waiting dust.