Dead Man Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

When alive, the man was famous like a movie star,
He used to be stylish ever,
After fame he did run with much delight,
Like a boy runs after a flying kite!

Now he is dead, enwrapped in white cloth entirely,
His soul has escaped from his body,
As if a criminal tasted freedom!
As if it were free from boredom!

When alive, he had the whole world before,
Now he has only one room to enter- sepulcher!