DEATH POEM

[ghetto_gurl]

It was early in the morning at four,

when death knocked upon a bedroom door.

Who is there? the sleeping one cried,

I'm Izrael, let me inside.

 

At once the man begin to shiver,

As one sweating in deadly fever.

Please go away, O angel of death!

Leave me alone, I'm not ready yet.

 

My family on me depends,

Give me a chance, O please prepense!

The angel knocked again and again,

Friend! I'll take your life without pain.

 

It's your soul Allah requires,

I come not with my own desire.

Bewidlered, the man began to cry,

O angel I'm so afraid to die.

 

I'll give you gold and be your slave,

Don't sent me to the unlit grave.

Let me in, O friend ! the angel said,

Open the door, get up from your bed.

 

If you don't allow me in,

I will walk through it, like jinn.

The man held a gun in his right hand,

Ready to defy the angel's stand.

 

I'll point my gun towards your head,

You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.

By now the angel was in the room,

Saying, O friend! Prepare for your doom.

 

Foolish man, angels never die,

Put down that gun and do not sigh.

Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,

To die according to Allah's plan?

 

Come smile at me, do not be grim,

Be happy to return to Him.

O angel! he bow his head in shame,

I had no time to take Allah's name.

 

From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,

Not even caring for my health.

Allah's command I never obeyed,

Nor five times a day I ever prayed.

 

Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,

But no time had i to repent.

The Hajj was already farz on me,

But I would not part with my money.

 

All charities I did ignore,

making money more and more.

O angel! I appeal to you,

Spare my life for a year or two.

 

The laws of Quran I will obey,

I'll begin salat this very day.

My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,

And keep away from self-conceit.

 

I will refrain from usury,

And give my wealth to charity,

Wine and wenches I will detest,

Allah's oneness I will attest.

 

We Angels do what Allah demands,

We cannot go against his commands.

Death is ordained for everyone,

Father, mother, daughter or son.

 

I'm afraid this moment is your last,

Now remind yourself, of your past.

I do understand your fear,

But it is now too late for tears.

 

You lived in this world, to score or more,

Never did you, your people adore.

Your parents, you did not obey,

Hungry beggars, you turned away.

 

Instead of making more Muslims,

You made your children more Non-muslims.

You ignored the Muaz'in's Azan,

Nor did you read the Holy Quran.

 

Breaking promises all your life,

Backbiting friends and cause strife.

From hoarded goods, great profits you made,

And your poor workers you underpaid.

 

A pint of blood you never gave,

Which could a little baby save.

Paradise for you? I cannot tell,

Undoubtly you will dwell in hell.

 

There is no time for you to repent,

I'll take your soul for which I'm sent.

The ending however, is very sad,

Eventually the man became mad.

 

With a cry, he jumped out of bed,

And suddenly he fell down ... dead.

O READER ! Take moral from here,

You never know, your end may be near.

 

Change your living and make amends,

Or heaven, on your deeds depends ...

 

i hope yall liked dis poem cuz it does have a moral!peace

[Ariadne]

a very lovely poem very good moral to it too however, does it not belong in the poetry section :confused:

[Ayaan8321]

thats a good poem sis...walahi you made me look back to how I´ve been living lately......