A Sad Poem

    Danish Mirza
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    My poem asks for a shroud from me,

    My poem no longer wishes to live.
    I try to explain, but poem insists.
    I leave the house to buy the shroud.
    No one can bear to watch their own poem die before their eyes.
    I don’t buy the shroud, I end my own life.
    The poem, without a shroud, will not kill itself.
    It will wait for me.
    Waiting can keep anyone alive...