So late but so quick
Life so short but so long
People wait and decay
They rot after they lose their freshness and their lives are sucked as if someone sucking a juice out of an orange
“Never mind” as they say
“We will die because we must, our day has come and we shall be free from the tight souls full of maturity and dreams”
Some rely on luck,
Some on hopes
And
Some on faith
They’ll be broken hearted at the end, the end of life
They’ll rust as if metals corrode
It’s the beginning of decay and rust
It’s the beginning of the end

This poem was written/submitted by Naila Zahoor.