THE POEM OF DEATH
It was early in the
morning at four,
When death knocked
upon a bedroom door,
Who is there? The
sleeping one cried.
I'm Azrael, Let me
come inside.
At once, the man
began to shiver,
As one sweating in
deadly fever,
He shouted to his
sleeping wife,
Don't let him take
away my life.
Please go away, O
Angel of Death!
Leave me alone; I'm
not ready yet.
My family depends on
me,
Give me a chance, O
please prepense!
The angel knocked
again and again,
Friend! I'll take
your life without a pain,
It’s your soul Allah
requires,
I come not with my
own desire.
Bewildered, the man
began to cry,
O Angel I'm so
afraid to die,
I'll give you gold
and be your slave,
Don't send me to the
unlit grave.
Let me in, O Friend!
The Angel said,
Open the door; get
up from your bed,
If you do not allow
me in,
I will walk through
it, like a 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 you doom.
Foolish man, Angels
never die,
Put down your 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! I bow my
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.
A Ramadhan came and
a Ramadan went,
But no time had I to
repent.
The Hajj was already
fard on me,
But I would not part
with my money.
All charities I did
ignore,
Taking usury more
and more.
Sometimes I sipped
my favorite wine,
With flirting women
I sat to dine.
O Angel! I appeal to
you,
Spare my life for a
year or two.
The Laws of Quraan 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 all 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 be reminded, of
your past,
I do understand your
fears,
But it is now too
late for tears.
You lived in this
world, two score and more,
Never did you, your
people adore.
Your parents, you
did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you
turned away.
Your two ill-gotten,
female offsprings,
In night clubs, for
livelihood they sing.
Instead of making
more Muslims,
You made your
children non-Muslims.
You ignored the
Mua'dhin Adhaan,
Nor did you read the
Holy Quran.
Breaking promises
all your life,
Backbiting friends,
and causing strife.
From hoarded goods,
great profits you made,
And your poor
workers, you underpaid.
Horses and cards
were your leisure,
Money making was
your pleasure.
You ate vitamins and
grew more fat,
With the very sick,
you never sat.
A pint of blood you
never gave,
Which could a little
baby save.
O Human, you have
done enough wrong,
You bought good
properties for a song.
When the farmers
appealed to you,
You did not have
mercy, this is true.
Paradise for you? I
cannot tell,
Undoubtedly you will
dwell in hell.
There is no time for
you to repent,
I'll take your soul
for which I am sent.
The ending however,
is very sad,
Eventually the man
got very 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.
If this poem
inspires you, it can help someone else too, You know what
you have to do....