Death

Death

A Poem by Nahian Bin Asadullah

We live like there's no tomorrow.
We live like we won't die.

But people more 'alive' than us have passed.
And who knows tomorrow could be our day.

Pictures and the loving memory of the deceased are still fresh
Only the person is decayed in the grave.

Reality is death.
Death is reality.

Such is the mortality of man.



© 2016 Nahian Bin Asadullah


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Added on May 29, 2016
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Nahian Bin Asadullah
Nahian Bin Asadullah

Dhaka, South Asia, Bangladesh



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