If I Do Not Rise In the Next Morning
Lying awake on bed and thinking
Mouth shut, eyes closed
Within minutes I am going to fall into sleep
All these are all right but if I do not rise up in the morning
And thousands of years later find me the aliens
Or the people of other civilisation, dead
Nothing is weird in this
Nor is this very surprising
No grief, no pain either
But I would have gone with a huge regret
As I could not tell anyone of them how I died
They would have been enormously confused
And would thrash their heads against a wall
Just to know the way how I
Or actually what caused me to die
Is it the fire or is it the ice?
Or was it the terrifying tremble or the fearful sink hole?
Was it a sudden crumble or an unnatural sound?
It could be anything or nothing at all
After all, death is a death
But, if I do not rise up in the next morning
Then you know for sure
That I had gone with a huge regret
As I could not tell anyone alive in this world how I was died.
Copyright © Wahab Abdul | Year Posted 2016
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