I Am Dead

I am death, and the right hand spells well this left hand;
I sadden the soul of mine, innocence does correct it
When the hands will replicate the blood of ages
And the green and blue grass shall witness a shower from up above.

I am life, the harbinger of life and all of forgotten life;
Like a tree that blossoms for its head and legs to carry more energy.
And then all of the wonder has been remembered
losing a request from soldiers of the tree,
do think this polite, please.
I live with guesses and estimates giving us joy
As much as the death of people
As much as the living spectrum of vision
As much as dead men and women who learn from each other.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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