The Living Ones Make Merry While The Dead Sleep Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

The Living Ones Make Merry While The Dead Sleep



The living ones make merry,
While the dead sleep,
In the deep,
Of the earth serenely.

Will they awaken,
Because of the noise made above,
By the ones whom once they did love?
Will they ever be shaken?

Perhaps or perhaps not,
It seems to be beyond my thought!

Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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