The Very Last Day Poem by Naveed Akram

The last day forbids you to invoke
Other deities of the strong cults,
A lingering hill is spent in journey,
Like the mountainous trek and dress.

May this day be everlasting like blessings,
Those statements in the heavens,
That combine with more days and nights
In the layers of the soul.

One day is enough to strongly disbelieve
In peace and safety of surrender,
That day we will be workers for the distress
And then dress of ours will drop destroyed.

That will be the last day, of awkward song,
Bards will hurry, bores of the guns will marry,
But delight in the Hereafter was only assured
For those in union and display of greatness.