Market closed for the day

Today, market closed,
Panting in loss of our kinsmen,
Here they are, in splashing dust of clay wrapped on their face,
See their coffin, the last apartment for the travellers,
They are on a journey, eternal journey,
Hand encapsulated in vanity,
Today, market cease to open,
When soil called upon the soul

poem by Rasaq Malik
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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