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A Farewell To The Travelers (On The Bhoja Airlines Plane Crash)
With pace does darkness conquer light,
when mounts the sun the dying toll,
spied an aura grim my wistful sight,
for had poisoned all, a single bowl;
captive of death as it life betrayed,
the awakened -to the resting prayed,
'Oh! Farewell the mornings vanished pole'.
Life comes with such a temporal mien,
has it plucked the wings of future how,
though pillows of respite -I had seen,
but these feathers do no sleep allow;
do fly swift! The binders of this cause,
your pause of age, is our ageless pause-
'So, farewell the birds of heavens now'.
But, soul a machine that does not cease,
yet it fools us from our time of birth;
pass on, move towards the restful peace,
but, secluded stays its pensive worth;
Until the day, we shall meet again
at some wondrous unknown valley then.
'Ah! Farewell the travelers of this earth'.
R.N.Khan, © 2012
poem
by
Raja Nosherwan
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