The Arrest Of A Soul By The Angel Of Death Poem by Abdul Wahab

A huge unknown tree is upon his head
To its each leaf are tagged numerous soul
He sits with unusual calm and composure
Fixing his gaze upon a smooth surface of a table
Made up of materials till to all unknown
A leaf falls and he stands up and collects
Upon it is engraved with golden letters a name
That he reads with much attention utmost care
Then frantically he runs to arrest the soul
And in no time it is brought to place into his master's shade
No matter in what duty the soul is engrossed
Under order such is the work of the angel, death.