Poem: Death

By: Zunayet Ahammed

 

All is meaningless
The sweet morning
That gives us charms
Will soon wither away
Flowers that dazzle our eyes
Will soon lose its hues
Sweet notes of birds
After a little while
Will be harsh one day
Beauty of the dancing brook
And of the lonely clouds
Will only be imbibed by the fairies
Days coming
When everything will run smoothly
Only I miss them
As death closes all.

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Zunayet Ahammed is an Assistant Professor of English at Northern University Bangladesh.

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