The Fear Of End Poem by Tabassum Naiz
The Fear Of End
Oh My Lord,
I Fear of My End,
In my funeral nobody would speak about "My Branded Products"
All that count is "My Deed"
I don't know the "Place of My Grave"
But, It's hard to turn from "Being Alive to Being Dead"
And then I would return to the same soil I made up of!
Everything that I have today would just become a commodity and the soul carries the deed
Let us not just be good at prayers, My lord!
But - To be Kind to help others
To be loyal to not break the trust of believers
And to be the Gem that brings smiles on others
You're the best, You know the best
Let us be the best, Hereafter
Beautiful devotional piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing Tabassum.
Such a real and meaningful poetry.... Welcome to poem hunter.... Keep it up..10 +++.. You may like to read my poem the last kiss with death too.. Naila
When funeral notebook is ready and this stars speaking about calculation of life this provokes thoughts and generates fear. Every person is fearful thinking about his death. Kindness is a gem value that brings joy and smile in life. An excellent poem is well penned....10..Welcome to PoemHunter.
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5/20/2024 3:03:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beatiful True Quote abt life