I'm walking on a small footpad
Death has reached very close
Today prisoner of old age is captured.

I do not know what to see or not
Yet!
Look at the eyes cataracts.

It has been long past many days
Yet you have not forgotten mindlessly
Both eyes remain on the road even today.

Your picture was painted in the mind
That picture is still the same
As it was the first to show.

I am very close to death today
We will leave this world's mortal world
I do not know this news maybe you will not.

Maybe in the old news paper
One day your eyes will stop
The inside may bump up.

There is a belief in today's heart
You will come to see my grave
Tears in the eye with one set of flowers.

And mine!
You will only see this touchy eyes .

© kazi zuberi mostak