The time of my end approaches,
As I shall die and be right in the rising;
Rising in the fire, my darkness closes in,
No pain overtakes my feeling, as long is life.
Let me remain a part of being,
Let thirst be quenched when brown from soil.
A horrible stench is in the air
Of the grave that is fortunate.
I have never been encouraged to trust
Much in the sympathy of my fellow-men.
One’s reverence is some tenderness,
I long for life in darkness and then light.
Will darkness close over my eyes eventually?

Naveed Akram

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