Poetry is a language Of powerful thoughts and imagery, it can strike in the heart of man, it can shape lives and actions. Then can it not be used to enhance to the finder qualities of man? Rather than providing shallow enjoyment? And promoting the baser instincts? If I was a poet, I would like my words To compell the soul, To pursue the true pupose of existence. Oh, what wouldn’t I give to go on collecting my reward, Beyond this life....

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Never-ending Everlasting

13-08-2004

The sun breaks dawn,
The sun goes down.
The moon peeks through stygian black,
Stars glitter on the dark night cloak,
Days go by; never to return,
Life goes on; memories left behind.
After one, another season follows,
A montage of smells, pictures and colours.
Each summer brings on another year,
New things to learn; experiences to bear.
Each year in the life of man,
Leads closer to their final end,
What are we doing in this brief sojourn?
Fated to die; as we were born?
Allah has revealed certain obligation,
Do our pursuits suffice the preparation?
For the world to come is never-ending,
There we’ll remain; everlasting.

1 Comments:

Blogger snomad said...

good stuff.. mashallah

Monday, April 23, 2007 8:32:00 AM

 

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