A Living Death
by: Fahyim Abdul
Embody coffin in the ground,
Solaced in peace and buried in a round human prayers,
A circumference of life,
A spinning wheel,
Sometimes we expected always be on the peak,
That burry us with proud in the ground,
Without notifying that the spinning wheel suddenly stops in a shameful hole,
Muhasabah.
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