I love the meeting with you

I want my throat at the point of a sword,
I want to feel the closeness to my Lord,
I want the afterlife, I want to be gone,
I dont want to witness another dawn,
every sunrise my heart reaps apart and gets torn,
I am not dead yet what's taking so long?
I am done with birthdays I want to be re-born,
in the afterlife where shaheeds take turn,
I want to die like the heroes of al-baqii,
whenever I remember tears fall as did to wall-E,
young poet wants death certainty,
my tears in the oceans, rivers and lakes,
my tears in the water cycle and snow flakes,
I am about to have a rising pulse,
cuz I love the meeting with You than anything else.