Unsung Death Poem by Mohammad Younus

Come out of the fantasies and reveries,
From the mouth of a whale no one can you snatch;

One who leaves in the morning avoiding to be seen,
That beloved never makes his return to his home;

So many years have passed, this year too will pass by,
No one ever arises from the graves unknown!

Don't search for the sun in the horizon at dusk,
Don't look from behind the window curtain at dusk;

How long will you light up on the window the Sandhyadeep?
He will return to life only at dawn of the Last Day;

Who knows if he has died in some slaughter house?
Who knows if he is alive In some torture house?

He is buried in the grave of time - without prayers and shroud,
Our beloved but did not yearn for such an unsung death! ! !

MyKoul