Nujhat Aslam

Last spring, I came across a guy who was sculpted out of the same marble stones that were used to sculpt the Greek gods back in the 5th century.

Strange how people part;

I remember walking with you While my feet glided lazily

A strange incense fills in, Stars veiled by the cluster of clouds.

I’ll walk past the sea shore,

The North wind blows past, Turning pages to unveil the end.

On your last breath you feel, His dark cloak fluttering with the wind. A cold whisper with satire, Grim Reaper says, “Finally we meet.”