Happening of a Death
Happening of a Death
He is dying to leave from his pains
His eyes left him alone in the deep dark
His mouth dead and kept closed
His ears denied to receive the sounds nearby
His senses went to its place
His last spell of breath was going on
Flies have taken their seat on his face and
He was still alive by his breath
His thoughts were running to stop at a point
He was dead yes he was dead there
He came out from his roof as air
He is seeing his body as a stranger and
Mingled with this universe as air
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