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Old people die young
Young people die proud
Sailors die in a brave new world
Children die happy
Women die sad
Men die alone
Soldiers die in a song
Orphans die chasing a dream
Mothers die in worry
Fathers die in peace
Sons die in regret
Daughters die in fear
Poets die lamenting
Lovers die with their eyes wide open
Prophets die in sorrow
Husbands die in arrival
Wives die waiting for
Fugitives die in a cold embrace
Brothers die in arms
Sisters die in protest
And the world keeps spinning
One day at a time
And the last words spoken are,
I lived
And I wanted to.
The poet, Junaid Ahmed Ahangar works as a doctor in a tertiary care institute in Srinagar, Kashmir which has been a conflict zone for the most part of the last century continuing on to this day. He graduated from Dhaka, Bangladesh and completed his MD in Medicine from Srinagar, Kashmir. He also has an MA in English Literature from India and is currently in the second year of MA in Philosophy. He devotes his time between his profession and passions which over the last few years has seen a conscious departure towards writing poetry and prose. He is also a songwriter and occasional guitarist with other interests apart from literary pursuits like music, film-making and theology.
