By Raashid Naqib
For less than a penny’s worth
My soul departs from the body
Yes, I’ve died but at what cost!?
On the Day of Judgment, I hope to be hearty
And not frail or be timid like I am
But, bold and forthcoming; hence, I would talk charmingly
Wonder on the Final Day, who else shall be there
I have been seeking her, ever since the last party
I remember her dancing; it is a sight like no other
I know only her first name, the one who speaks wisely
Worship, I hear thy speech in the deepest of sleep tonight
Why are you present here? What do you seek from thee?
All trespassers beware; her tongue is made of molten lava
Her teeth; the peak of the Everest, and her face is aligned perfectly
Up away and alone in the Eden, where do I go from here?
Back, banished unto the world or do I keep living on humbly?
‘Tis but a grave question, what happens when the heart turns evil and insane?
Her wits carry the answer; the life of this world is not to be had all solemnly
But, I am a person bound to feel hunger, dread, misery, and dismay
Ever look at the Full Moon and wonder; why are we this way?
What will happen will do so as to fold the past
Tuck away your last breath, for; the mirage calls upon us favorably
The journey is arduous and the Sun at our throat
Keep walking; my bare feet, some Heaven could be awaiting thee
Upon the death bed; why am I hearing the silence still?
Burn, ache and rave; in my dying stead, never forget to mourn me
Cry, weep, and whisper sweet nothings unto my cold body
Wish I a grand life, and talk as if I too am the meadow bound
Whom else but, I am present everywhere; beneath the other face
When you as well want for thyself what I desire for me
By Raashid Naqib