Treasure Island

BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA


Death


Death

You come silently and go away with all
Only the tranquil body tasted
The wasted body when mix with light
Whom you take away was he then
Not related with this body.
As the sun after growing you make his own world with lover
Death, do you also do that?
Death you are very cruel and inflexible
Symbol of truth as like a mirror
This body will turn into dust- soul will be wife of others
Only deed will stay
Death o death! At that day when you will
Come to offer love for first time
Of sort this heart doesn’t go to miserliness to accept you
Death o death- grasping your hand
While leaving this world
If tear oozes-will be that wrong?

Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2011

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