I'll Be In Paradise Poem by Qasim Razzaqui Razzaqui

'I'll be in paradise.'
Today I thought so
For worships I made
And waited long
After my death.

My virtues were more
But there was a vice
Like an atom of dust
Eyes could not see
But the judge was an acumen,

He was on the numbers
Of my goodness
That was endless
And I was pleased
That paradise will be mine.

But when he went through
A trivial vice in my book
He threatened me
And said; 'Paradise is not your
Until you are all pure.'

I asked him for one more chance
And pleaded send me back;
'I will meet you
With an account
Of no evil amount'.

He acceded the demand
Threw me down
Into the world
And; once again
The fall of man

Then, the same struggle
Of Day and Night
Went on and continued
For the greedy stomach,
Poor family and children.

This time I was warned
And well awared
That making a single sin
Would lead to the proper place
Of tormenting Hell.

But I was a human being
A natural idol
Of foregetting and errors
To keep the Promise
For me was difficult.

I was not forgotten at all
But how I could avoid
In labyrinth of life
So again a tiny crime
Crept into my Book.

After my death in His Court
When I reached
He looked and laughed at me
With a sentence
'Choose your choice'.

His verbal pharase
Offended my conscience
Thus, I brust into anger
And my pathos
Came out of my mouth.

'I am not an angel
Washed with milk
Born from light
But I am a creature
Made of mud.

I cannot be perfect
Or what you want me to be
I can never be
So accept me with my flaws
Or throw me down.

You are far too cruel
My real Lord is not so
If at your place He was
He would be happy
And reward the Jannah.

Happy Heaven to you
Me also glad with my fate
Now I will seek my place
In the Real Paradise
Of my Forgiver Lord.'

(Qasim Razzaqui)