Poem 14: My Neighboring Friend Breathing His Last! : Book 3
Poem 14: My Neighboring Friend Breathing His Last!
Word |
Meaning |
Synonym |
1. Breath
his last |
to
die |
Pass away,
die, depart |
2. Aghast |
filled
with horror or shock. |
Horrified,
shocked, terrified |
3. Decamp |
leave a
place suddenly or secretly. |
Leave,
dying, the demise |
4. Shrieks |
to utter a
sharp shrill sound |
Shrills,
cries, screams |
5. Flare-up |
a sudden
outburst of something, |
Blaze,
grow, outburst |
6. Dwell |
to live as
a resident |
Live,
abide |
Reference:
These lines
have been taken from “My Neighboring Friend Breathing His Last! ” written by “ Bullah Shah”
Context:
The central
idea of the poem is death.
The poet is
very sad about his friend who is going to die. The poet is aware of
the fact that life is a journey and its destination is unavoidable death.
Explanation:
In these lines, the poet is so sad about the death of his best
friend. He says the sight of his friend’s death is not good and hard to bear.
He is terrified and
says that he can do without his friend. He wants to tell the fact that man is helpless
before death and he can’t help his best friend.
Short Questions:
Q1. When
does a person remember God?
Whenever a
person is in some trouble,
crises, or unfavorable circumstance, he remembers God to seek His help and refuge.
Q2. What
is the effect of the death scene?
A death
scene reminds us of the true nature of lies and temporary stay in this world. We think of
the bitter reality
of death that can approach us anytime.
Q3. How
does a person feel helpless about the death of a friend?
A person
feels helpless at the death of his friend because he can do nothing to save him from death.
Man is mortal.
He is destined to die.
Q4. How is
the flame in the heart flared up to height?
The separation of
beloved friend flares up flames in heart to height. He can not bear the death of his friend.
Q5. What
is the theme of the poem?
The death of
our dear ones reminds us of our helplessness and morality. Nothing is everlasting but god
Almighty whose love is the real success.
Labels: 1st Year Book 3: Poems
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