Death Stands Still Poem by shakil ahmed

Death Stands Still

Death stands still at my yard
Looking at me with its piercing eyes,
Gaping its ugly mouth
To swallow my body and soul
Like hungry bestial python.
I am quiet benighted of the fact,
I was romping with words.
I still remember the happy sunrise,
With its dew drops and blooming flower,
Beckons me for a joyous day
Full of merry-making and endless life
But well I apprehend now
Life in its own accord
Has bamboozled me like a mirage
In a desert full of hot sands.
My sun is about to set
In a mysterious and distant horizon
Leaving all my mundane belongings,
That are very dear to me,
I have to finish and depart.
I pass my days
With a timid and pounding heart.

Shakil Ahmed.