Ode To His Death Poem by Farooq Kuchay

New soul dwells in an old being.
So happy and a bit sane.
It was afresh start with soft dreaming.
And every bitter memory will end in rain.


The raining intones soft and delicate music.
Maintaining purity and piousness like a lass.
The raining infuses a new life in the sick.
For it washes away all the sins from the grass.


Took an expedition for purity and piousness.
To far away forests and hillsides.
Hearing beautiful lyrics but no melediousness.
At the end he got drowned in the cruel tides.


Looking forward to reach the bank.
Before reaching he lost his breath.
Struggled harder yet gone his rank.
And your fickle nature put him to death.


The blue sky preparing to take him high.
And the worldly beings are left with wet eye.
He took a promise from his mentors.
To write a beautiful poems in winters.