Will We Survive۔۔۔? Poem by Aamir Abdullah

Going to strike ten
The cosmic clock
Just two hours far is his death
A damp, cold death
Two hours between ten to twelve
A distance of
Billions of starry nights
And blazing days
Is nothing........
Nothing more than
The flash of ten, tiny sparks
Let me absorb his warmth
Into my flesh
And let his flashy light
Flow through my blood

Just two hours far is his death
Will we survive...?
If we without him survive
We will meet to console stars
To salve each other's
Wounded hearts
To sing a melancholy requiem.

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