death culminates all my smiles,
a life lived worthy of nothingness
of hope lasting into delusion,
and love left hollow inside.
death comes with a wasted youth,
an over spent age,
a wanting childhood.
it brings me near to compassion,
tears in my heart,
a parting that was to occur
a belonging to permanence
and temporary solace.
Zeeba T. Hashmi
22nd April, 2011
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