Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
So Many Deaths - Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
Though we have one life, one birth and one death,
We have to pass through many a birth, and death.
Flowers bloom and wither with seasons;
Hearts bloom and wither with reasons.
We die time and again with loss of dears,
When we put them into graves with tears.
We find no courage in our legs to stand;
Stone- like strong hearts shatter into sand.
Our eyes die when lovely faces disappear,
And our route to wilderness becomes clear.
When teeth are lost, occurs the demise of taste
Worldly heavens look like lands of utter waste.
Old age is the punishment of youth’s wrongs
Into cries and sighs are turned all joyful songs.
Life flunks us though we are flunky,
Death proves cunning and chunky.
If so many deaths besiege life’s palace
We should not become heartless and callous.
Each death gives birth to a new life, it’s so;
You think death is death? My dear, no! no!
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