THE SADDEST PART OF DEATH

~THE SADDEST PART OF DEATH~

Even while life plays its role

Death waits at a corner of jealousy

Waiting to roll.

The life we live today explains nothing

As we grow

Death comes in many shapes and forms

You could hardly tell his nature

Yet dying an infant still has nothing

To be compared to dying a year after birth.

The saddest part of death is not dying a day after birth

The saddest part of death is not dying hungry

The saddest part of death is not dying

Neither a pauper nor a mad man

Neither is it being drowned

Nor burn into ashes.

Death is living, and living is dying

The saddest part of death is not being

Hanged on a tree

Not suffocating to one’s last breath

But being dead in any of these ways

Without a corpse to bury.

Leaving without a last smile

For families and friends to cherish.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014