New Neighbour Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Like time, tide and the waves tiny,
People are on the move ever,
From one place to another,
In nature hardly anything remains empty!

As soon as one tenant leaves,
Another one rushes in,
With the memories of the last still within,
To accept and spread like seeds the new memories.

Yes, like used clothes time wears down,
But memories can bring the past back,
In a brand new pack,
As in movies does happen.

As the world moves on day by day,
So do its people,
Regardless of being moneyed or pitiable,
We find new people not far away.

Even after we breathe our last,
Buried we are next to the dead neighbours,
Until the Judgment Day occurs,
After which the neighbours shall forever last!