COFFIN VENDOR

Woke up the hearing of bell of death in mosque

He was running besides prickle and thorn in his way

Opened the door of his life with awesome hands

He is very happy with each bell of death

But, he didn’t remember come back this day

Which never can tell.

In each homes and houses prepare

To be laid to rest their graveyard

He burned the mid-night oil

To his death and life.

His sunbeam in hand of his wife

Preferred him well

Nay, remember angel of God

Will come to you with sanction

 To take your soul and spirit

Daunting with punishment within hell

And promising comfortable of heaven.

Remembering to improve your action.

Nay, you will succumb in the resurrection 

                                               Ashique sha