Death Of A Capsule Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Death Of A Capsule



On her snowy hand, took it she,
Saw it for a few seconds silently,
And being shy utterly,
Helped it on its journey.

She could feel the flow, watery,
Forcing it to step inside,
But it turned into a Shelley,
Trying to find a way outside.

What is more reasonable? Its fight to live,
Or her struggle to make it help her survive!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: creativity
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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