Death Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Death



Death

On the path to workplace
I stopped and conversed.

I saw wind, talked with waves
I questioned: “What is death? ”

The Iqbal of Lahore gave reply:
“We are if, in moving,
Dead is the stagnant.”

Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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