by; ©Muhammad bn jum’ah (sultaaniy)
A sonorous dirge sounded
To the ears of the bereaved souls
With a choking scent of death,
A bout of unmoved solemnity,
Young and vibrant he was murdered.
His room was found disarrayed
An evidence of what transpired
Fresh Blood trail smeared the neat marbles
Snuffed out was his life force,
But,he was dead and undead,
A cognitive charisma of the undead.
The foreboding sense of doom looms
Who would follow his trail to the Yama god??
We are null of safety and security
The claw of death gropes on us
When will this unending plague end???
Penned:- ©Muhammad bn jum’ah (sultaaniy)
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