Deprived of the luxury of death
Soul crawls through time
Seeking to meet its true self
It learns some sickening mime
For lovers know the comfort of death
To walk tall with true self
They seek not a mirror
From whence love kicked the trigger
For in death lovers’ souls gather
Leaving all the veins of desire
The heart loses its throb
And settles where lust fails to rob
All the elements of core
Will come alive in the lovers
Stripping the body cold
The warm souls flees to hold
In the tender warmth of the Lord
Lovers flock in the shade of His rod
Where souls relish the luxury of death
And giggle at their earthly fall!!!
Mashook Rahman
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