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;
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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.
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.
So sad but we all will receive that call, when the angel of death loads us on his back.
Not even a twig will eventually go with you when your death arrives; ........so true. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.
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
Such a great write by Nazeer Akbarabadi.....................
Looting day and night! ! Thanks for sharing.