Whispers To The Departed Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

The hospital asks, Shall we cast the shell?
Before I bid my star farewell.
A curious thing, this cloth-bound flight,
Do you find it just, my dragonfly?

Shall we gaze at the silver moon,
Sing one last song, my little loon?
Why do you weep? The time is brief—
Yet life still glows, though edged with grief.

You spoke enough, my restless hawk,
But tell me now, before you walk—
What did you learn from fire and sky?
From burning pines and sparks on high?

For in the end, one truth remains,
A whispered breath, a soft refrain—
We're all gonna die