Story Of My Death Poem by Moahammad Maleki
Story Of My Death
Last night clock stroked 9: 33
Death knocked the door of my isolated room
As if shrouded around a long dark veil
His guise was hidden behind a dull barrier
He said to me 'I am going to take you away to the underworld of Oblivion
Where your shelter of peace is torture and everlasting agony
To the land where no one be about to recognize you
And you shall live in state of inevitable repetition'
Lingering consideration I said profoundly with plain words
' I do not go blush
Nor wear a face of deadly pale
I never surrender to body trembling
Nor shall I never beg you to endow me with a new opportunity
I hug you with my outstretched hands and gaze at you by shrewd eyes Of a genius'
Last night clock stroked 11: 11
I felt my last breath was dragging out of my dried throat
I do not know exactly how long
But as if long time I am familiar with these circumstances
last night clock stoked 11: 33
Now I am a worthless corpse in the coffin of loneliness
Buried in this shabby cemetery
Last night clock stroked.........
Dear, i can understand the point of your view here...but try to bring some positivity in it, , why we lamenting on it while we can still make something from our life, more than just feel injustice or this dissatisfaction, i think we all have think about what is our purpose in this life, there is something there...try to find, you know in a visible light (white light) there are many spectrum inside it that we are blind to see it. Definitely when death is created or life is given..it is not about to complain but to use as we could..you maybe disagree with me dear Maleki, but let we open it bigger..we never can kill death from taking our life, but why dont we live and learn about why we are living since death still not breathing in us yet. Its not a bout how long we live but how much value we added to signify our life :)
Death is a shadow of life, it will follow us as long we keep breathing..our breath is like a tickling minute for it.... Dont mind it keep appearing us, well if clock is scaring us, change to sand-glass hour or if it still searching and then disturbing you, put at your room door (I'm now moved out) hhahahaha sorry just joking (last sentence)
Death is cultivation of world's atrocity against human being. We could have been eternal and happy but angle of torture has stolen our pure and immortal nature. Death is shadow as you said because its salient feature is still undiscovered. Why a long span of livig? Only a road to death.! ! It is rediculous. Isnt it?
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 10:51:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
death is where our journey ends..we are all next in line no exemption to the rule..a sort of advice don't sleep with full tummy :)
thanks for your advice :) not only death but also there are lots of factors lead to the termination of literally life eventhough of surviving vital sign of life in progress. for example despair and disappoinment are the same of factord cause virtual death.