Poetry by Mustafa Khan Abdurahman
Or we die because death's in our minds
Right from the ages when liminal!?
Or we die
For life's just a prelude
Of what's the mother cluster!?
Death's gothic in manner!
Or it's fear for what comes after!?
For man often spreads ill on things that're
Mysterious and uncaptured.
Or death,
A beautiful after!?
© Mustafa Khan A.
We are the petals of a dying flower
In the process where we disunite
And the winds scatter our remains asunder.
We fall apart slightly and more, slightly and more
Until we get swallowed into oblivion
Same way death has forgotten to notify before it calls
And that’s the place
Where we drop who we were before all the confusion.
_____ Mustafa Khan Abdurahman.
2000 Little Words