Baskadia

TITLE: I AM YET TO DIE

POET: ABDULLATIF KHALID.

I rise, alive, with a sigh,

Whispers of wind, wistful and high.

In every breath, a gentle cry,

"I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die."

Echos of eternity, entwined,

In vibrant veins, life's rhythm defined.

A symphony of moments, unconfined,

"I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die."

Silent symposium, shadows sway,

Moonlit melodies, in darkness play.

A lullaby, sung by stars, they say,

"I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die."

Whispering waves, upon the shore,

The ocean's heartbeat, forevermore.

A cadence calling, to explore,

"I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die."

Nature's chorus, in harmony,

Birdsong ballet, in sweet decree.

A symphonic verse, forever free,

"I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die."

Time's tender touch, a fleeting embrace,

Moments cascading, in life's swift pace.

Each heartbeat echoes, in infinite space,

"I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die."

So I embrace, this precious breath,

In this eternal dance, I find no death.

For as long as love resides in my chest,

"I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die."