His Friend Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

So horrible the mourning. Actually mourning is the last shelter of the broken mans helpless and hopeless journey perhaps. No need of deaths descending, a movable death has been already picturised with words. Beautiful darkness you have painted where the angel of death seems to be light. Sad. Really the saddest ending of hopeless life. Thank you poet. But yet we have to run long.......... 10++++ Regards, pranab