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The living Epitaph
PoetryBy Sheikh RahilJune 28, 2026
"It's written on the black tombstone
I am alive, you can't see, Oh Man,"
As your eyes are yet to open.
Your mind is upset, Obviously!.
Someone wrought a coat like W.B. Yeats.
You didn't wear it, but made a scarecrow.
The one under the tombstone achieved great feats.
You kept throwing arrows without using the bow.
Ha! You will mend the wall!
Keep calm! it will never happen by you.
I love the way the birds tease you openly.
Ha! You got angry! Chirp Chirp.
It's written on the black tombstone.
"I am still alive, Will you keep me alive?"