written by: ABU SIDDIK
No one remembers a dead man
And very few his feats,
During sunshine days light and
Laughter filled the air, and encomiums poured.
Light was gone, and the room lay naked,
Bleak, blistered, bruised.
Stained curtains, musty doors, floor rat-infested,
Air heavy, and cobweb-spun.
Flowers forget to bloom, and birds their song,
The yard, empty, cold and sodden, and the
Moon lean and pale, and the stars timid, and
Leafless trees stood dumb!
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