Submitted by : abuaasiyah on Death

Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world
Will show its glory.

With its sweet demeanour,
It welcomes you all.
She shows its dark,
When you respond to its call.

It decimates the fallen
With it’s sweet chirp.
Its devours its beings
With out a burp.

The world is a trial,
Devoid of faith.
Its cunning ways
Suit the deniers of straight.

In the conniving world,
We are hopelessly lost.
The sweetness of eemaan
Has gone for a toss.

As shirk looms high,
Our fear prevails.
Our trivial heart,
Is behind many veils.

Once in a blue moon
In a chance encounter
We fall in prostration
And begin to ponder

The destitute of the world
Seem to give us bother
We decide for now that
The world needs a soother

But in truth,
We are bound.
Culture over faith,
And insane over sound.

With an almighty ego,
And a conspicuous mask
To crush our ‘self’
Is an onerous task

Yet so many times,
the warners cried.
The enemies are coming
With a crushing might

No proclamation
Could be more correct.
Yet not a word
Can we interpret.

We simply ridicule them
As the tales of the old
For the fire of the hell?
O how very bold!

Happy to submit
to anarchy and lawlessness
We are Joyous with the trend,
snobbish about our carelessness

Time will stop,
Culminating on the day.
When Allah will assemble,
The progeny of the clay.

Can we carry on like this?
Belittling ourselves every day.
We were created to worship
But deliberately went astray.

Life of this world,
Was shorter than a drop.
In my grave,
The time does not stop.

I surely cannot regret,
I definitely cannot repent.
My time is over,
My soul is spent.

Trust not the world
Submit to your lord
Except Allah,
There is no other God.

For the corrupt and evil,
Who are always running.
Who take no heed
To any counsel or warning.

Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world,
Will show its glory.