Proportions Of Life Poem by Abdulrazak Aralimatti

Man's life passes in proportions,
His life from birth to death.
Proportions small and large,
Proportions deep and shallow.
Some days in rest and comfort,
And some in work and toil.
Some days careless and vice,
And some pious with conscience.
But the days with conscience,
Be long and in depth.
And the days with vice be shorter,
Shallow and to the least.
Followed by a quick realization,
That's the essence of life.
Let me be with my conscience.