DEATH
Death is like an entrance
Where every souls shall pass through
Regardless of thy competence
Death is a naked truthIt strikes without alarming
Jeopardises victim's plans
The leg and the hand are falling
A strong man becomes helpless manPeople often forgets
About the greatest destroyer of joy
And makes some falls in the pit of regrets
With their lives they toy(ed)Do not forget the last dress
In white garment you'll be shrouded
Do not forget the day you'll be voiceless
Beneath a dark room you'll be lockedYou might live long like Noah
A day shall come you'll be covered with soil
Both the Jin and Human(s)
You'll be taken away from life of toilWe beseech for a good ending
When our souls will travel out of the earth
Bestowed upon our souls mercy and blessing
Before and after we take our last breath©KEWUTOLA AHMAD AL-MUBARAK
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DEATH
PoetryDEATH Death is like an entrance Where every souls shall pass through Regardless of thy competence Death is a naked truth It strikes without alarming Jeopardises victim's plans The leg and the hand are falling A strong man becomes helpless man...