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The Angel Of Death

Rating: 4.9

Discard greed and temptations, forget your travels to near and far;
The bandit of death is blowing his trumpet and indulging in looting day and night;
Why are you roaming from place to place with all your paraphernalia;
Not even a twig will eventually go with you when your death arrives;
Your riches and grand life style are all left behind when the angel of death loads you on his back;

Do not feel proud of your swords and shields;
They will abandon you on seeing the spear of death;
Alone in a desert would you then eat the dust of the grave;
In that desert, indeed Nazeer, not even an insect would care to visit you;
Your riches and grand life style are all left behind when the angel of death loads you on his back.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adrian Flett 01 November 2018

So sad but we all will receive that call, when the angel of death loads us on his back.

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Mumtaz Bano 01 November 2018

Truth of this life nicely explained.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 November 2018

Not even a twig will eventually go with you when your death arrives; ........so true. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.

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Mahtab Bangalee 01 November 2018

pure remembrance of the death angel- not even an insect would care to visit you; Your riches and grand life style are all left behind when the angel of death loads you on his back.//// /// vain, vain every lane villein the world ashes of heaven is here pearl death angel Azrael will must come all colorful activeness will be sudden dumb ....... //// beautiful observation on life and death

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Bernard F. Asuncion 01 November 2018

Such a great write by Nazeer Akbarabadi.....................

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Edward Kofi Louis 01 November 2018

Looting day and night! ! Thanks for sharing.

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T Rajan Evol 01 November 2018

Wise words from great poet.

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Nadia Umber Lodhi 01 November 2018

Nazeer akhbarabadi is agree at poet

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Hebert Logerie Sr. 01 November 2018

Your riches and grand life style are all left behind when the angel of death loads you on his back.This is amazingly so realistic. This is a warning to people who think that they are above everyone and everything. I like this prose, this poem.

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M Asim Nehal 01 November 2018

Death is ultimate and no one can escape it, we all know this truth yet we keep our eyes closed towards it. A thoughtful poem.

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