Questioning In The Grave Poem by Mohammad Younus

QuestioningInThe
Grave

Mourners, stay a little longer,
At my grave until Nakeer and Munkar,
Finish their job of questioning me,
Dear angels! do your job but,
Do you know who I am?
Do you know why my shroud is stained with blood?
Perhaps you do not remember,
God's declaration,
Don't call the martyrs dead, nay,
They are alive with their lord,
You can question only the dead,
Not those who are alive,
Who receive their sustenance from their lord,
The angels closed their book of record,
And fluttered away to God,
With their wings drooped in humility.

Mykoul