How Soft Was My Bed

The birds were moving here and there
The people were going for prayer
There was silence in my home
There was darkness on the dome
The crowing of cock I hear
“There is cold”, I fear
Appeared in the east a little light
The mighty sun became now bright
I got up like a lazy man
I circled my head like fan
It was nine when I saw the clock
I can’t hear the crowing of cock
There was business when I sought
“I am a lazy man”, I thought
How beautiful scene was here and there
There was loveliness every where
How soft was my bed
And I was lying dead

1996

by Abdul Sattar

Comments (1)

Interesting way to end it....good write!