Parting Gift From The Dawn Poem by Rifhan Rasuli

As our every enthusiasm was swept by age,
I found a shocking note at the back page;
a parting gift as the dawn drew close –
an obliged occasion we always came across.

It was quite the same like the stories that we read –
a puzzling beginning and the silence of the dead;
the next morning, again, the horizon turned purple
and we trudged aimlessly in an infinite circle.

Whilst wishing to say goodbye, we crumbled
with a soothing silhouette, we were humbled;
the aging us, could only keep on breathing
so long as there is a life for us to cling.