Will Leave After Having The Nectar Of Death Poem by Nurul Hoque

Now it is dusk,
looking back at the escaped hours of day
I can see the game of death
The skeleton of memories
floats in the eyes
Those who are near to my heart
have grown old
Will leave everything behond
Only a dormant eternity will remain
I will never call you again in gestures
The sign of victory I will not fly in front of you in a war.
I think the fire of snow will not fall in this coming winter
The waves of youth will not break
in the heart.
There is nothing I could achieve,
Only carrier of meaningless dreams
All around me void reigns.
Spring never came to me, only Sahara's aridity danced around.
Yet I'm happy sipping the essence of death
And will accept obediently
thee order of Supreme Lord
I don't aspire for a special day if I'm asleep.