The Grave Calls Poem by kemurl fofanah

Human beings are nothing but a collection of days

Every passing seconds, our body dies into another faze

The grave is calling

Mankind are busy ignoring

We all know that we will have to die

But many of us are not aware that we will soon die

We keep chasing this world

And it keep on rejecting us showing us it odd

Happy birthday to you my dear

Wishes and greetings get scattered everywhere

Tis funny how we celebrate such a loss

A year slips through our finger and we still make a buzz

Ya Allah, i wish you could make every heart recall

Recounting the virtues it had carelessly let fall

We came from you and onto you we shall return

How far had we let this verse, in our minds play on?

We are too busy blowing out lighten candles

So we forget that each breath draw us closer to that pebbles

Oh no! when death come knocking on the door

You see Soul shiver violently throwing body on the floor

Head like sisor ride turning about to avoid the fearful angle eyes

The message of bad news is whispered into the ears

Oh no, this is such a terrible faith

When mankind gets stuck in the midst of Allah's hate

Ya Allah, we are nothing if you don't guide us to your path

So strength our souls and and plant seeds of steadfastness in our heart