A Filled End
I have a friend
At a place
He only knows, may be I'll in the end
His name is life, just in case
Physical but invisible
Invincible and irreplaceable
Dressd in white, at least I thought
He has a peculiar look, through my dream I know
Being in existence
Only death knows
A complete stranger
When the clock goes
Measured by breath
Beats he weighs
Indefinite length
Will meet him only if I wait
Copyright © Hakim Fuhad Mansaray | Year Posted 2022
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