When I hear “die”, I feel the mourning of graveyard
That foggy air,
See bones in despair
With your death, no one to share!!!

When I hear “die”, I hear the sound of waves
Flowing away , not in gay
No mossy sand, they say!!

When I hear “die”, I see that blurry desert
Hunger for my thirst,
With dry cry that burst!!!

When I hear “die” , I feel the darkness.
Even a day, so fiery
And the nights, so scary!!!

When I hear “die” , I see shrugged flowers
Down towards mud
All their eyes shut.

When I hear “die” , I gulp my breathe in sigh
Closed eye inside
Still, they don’t cry!

-SONIA HABIBULLAH MACKWANI



 
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