The Way They Die Poem by Puloq Arafat

Same the path-
Same the dot-
Same the inner beauty-
Same they got.
Same beauty in mind-
They bear them even in confusing mixing.
Their minds were in same jackpot.
They were just sicken in times,
They were beaten in moments-
To drag the hearts of each other.
No matter, time has not confused them.
Time is a mystery.
Nobody can confuse time.
Even time is dragged by ultra-backbiters.
Time flights high,
The way they die-
They die in their own hearts-
With biggest sense of fixed love.
The way a jingle can fight-
To set sense in absence.
The full moonlit will brightly smile-
The according smile she dares not-
To dance in the bloomed co-inside.