With pace does darkness conquer light, <br />when mounts the sun the dying toll, <br />spied an aura grim my wistful sight, <br />for had poisoned all, a single bowl; <br />captive of death as it life betrayed, <br />the awakened -to the resting prayed, <br />'Oh! Farewell the mornings vanished pole'. <br /> <br />Life comes with such a temporal mien, <br />has it plucked the wings of future how, <br />though pillows of respite -I had seen, <br />but these feathers do no sleep allow; <br />do fly swift! The binders of this cause, <br />your pause of age, is our ageless pause- <br />'So, farewell the birds of heavens now'. <br /> <br />But, soul a machine that does not cease, <br />yet it fools us from our time of birth; <br />pass on, move towards the restful peace, <br />but, secluded stays its pensive worth; <br />Until the day, we shall meet again <br />at some wondrous unknown valley then. <br />'Ah! Farewell the travelers of this earth'. <br /> <br />R.N.Khan, © 2012<br /><br />Raja Nosherwan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewell-to-the-travelers-on-the-bhoja-airlines-plane-crash/
