Death is a mystery
None can crack it except those who have become history
It is a reality
Which makes everyone believe it's the biggest calamity
Alas we have forgotten our purpose
This life is nothing but a temporary stage-I suppose
We are a mere traveller
But we are convinced that we are an eternity dweller
We presume that death is far-fetched
By it we will never be afflicted
Oh my dears what a fallacy
What a fancy
Death is very near
But there is no need to fret and fear
Remember our only motive
Which is to worship الله-our soul objective
Do as much as you can
Before a mere 'body' you become-no longer a living man!
و ما خلقت الجن و الإنس إلّا ليعبدون!
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Filters Of The Heart❤
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found it's thoughts and the thought has found words ~Robert Frost Cover credits: mnhlatif
