The Path Poem by Shameem Khan
The Path
This is the world in which we are born
with thoughts and imagination forlorn
High up in the skies with rose buds and thorns
Thinking of the doomsday with the blowing of a horn
when the dead will come out of the slumber and be newly born
on every command of God to which we will be sworn
and will be given Heaven or Hell based on the path we carried on.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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4/24/2024 5:20:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That one was powerfully scary! great write