All My Living And Dying Poem by Naveed Akram

When my death is near me,
I will cry for my body and soul
To remain in the sight of human beings.

My space and time is sacred to my family,
It has appeared before me and after me,
Towards the very stars and members of faith.

I craft the words of my death, and halt the
Depression in my breast, for it is wailing
And hard on the soul, that unifies men and women.

When my dying is certain, I shall pray to
God, who unites me with my progeny,
Confers with reality, and reacts to my resurrection.

I have the heavenly design made for me,
My Creator is just and greatest, so my living
And dying is all for Him, the sustainer of my life.