My Poetry

Poetry
On the other side
 ‍Ahammad Sharif

Walking alone in an unknown path,
The silent silence of the dark night
The sleeping John left the settlement.
Suddenly I see in the middle,
Waiting to go to the other side
That medium called death.
Doyle called in the morning
When the masses
The action will be busy.
No peasant party
You will be shocked to see me.
They are their destination
Forgetting the path
Bring me
In my house.
In a tearful environment
I'll be taken
From which I have been created
In her womb.
A meaningful world
People with a generous heart
Remember me
For some time.
The circular earth
In the human heart of a changing mind,
I will live
A few years.
I will slowly get lost
I am in the middle of nature.
Because, people benefit me
May forget
But, nature is not so meaningful.
This is how I am one day
I will be lost
From the bosom of the earth
No one will remember me.

Dark Night