"Unknown poet"

By Rumaisa Zunnoor

I don't know how to live, 
But I admire dying. 

On my old creaking chair,
Where the words will live,
In that so-aged corner. 
Those verses will laugh, 
This poem will breathe.

I don't know how to live, 
But I admire dying.

The sun will look brighter.
And the moon will whisper.
Those curtains will groove.
And the papers will miss.

I don't know how to live, 
But I admire dying. 

Where some rhymes,
Though written in grief, 
Just to make you mine, 
Will still smile in pain, 
As they are inevitable.

I don't know how to live, 
But I admire dying. 

That pen will cry, 
And drop some red ink. 
It won't share a word, 
But will make you miss, 
This "unknown poet".