DEATH

If I remember death
It makes me feel useless
Than the fact that I exist
To be buried beneath the earth
Which I once walked and trampled
Mindless that with each step I did
I was digging deep my inescapable home
Which therein I shall be forgotten to rot
Not even my name some could remember
Or how ugly beautiful I used to look
Except for what I sow of love and humility
Which shall pop up to their consciousness
And then shall they say; Allah ya jiƙansa!

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