Death, a coward

When they feel fog before their eyes,
when throat has a strange suffocation,
The truth overpowers all the lies,
Men get from all duties a redemption.
All the hopes are left far behind,
Fear of the arch rival comes to fore,
Nothing works whether it is heart or mind,
Who all the time wishes more and more.
His hunger is never
down or over,
Until he exercises on them his massive power,
But he is utterly coward and never seen,
He steals them from behind and leaves the scene.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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