A Deal With God Poem by Nigar Sultana

A Deal With God

Now the deal is yours
You will decide whether forgive me or not,
All my sins are exposed before you
And I can’t see any hope in my lot.

Death is the punishment of yours
You give the life and let it goes,
Never give a second chance to pray
And no forgiveness can get at the end of the day.

Is that the prize at the last hour?
Is that the foul return to you?
Shouldn’t I ever hope to see you?

Flowers are blooming for the day
The sun shows its last ray,
Nothing born to live
From death, nothing revive.

Surely time shortens the life
We meet and depart
Our achievements are not counted
Piles of misdeeds throw us into the poisonous dirt.

You show us your bounty,
Enliven our senses
But our hands are chained
With the possession of conscienses.

So Loss is Yours and profit is Yours
Release me from the Chain of all duties
Give me one more chance to behold your beauties.