Departure Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi
Departure
Every thing to die is born.
The fish which floats like a flake
Over the wrinkled face of the lake,
Draws like ripples the pulses of birth.
The raindrops falling from heavy clouds
sing the notes of rebirth aloud
To shake the seeds in the dormant earth
and to wake them for another morn
to be sealed by the last night.
so, if you feel the last hour is near,
Melt in peace and sleep without fear.
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7/23/2025 3:56:57 AM # 1.0.0
Well thought-out and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing Estabraq.