POEM OF THE END

It was early in the morning at four
When death knocked at his bedroom door

Who's there? the sleeping one cried
I am the Angel of death, let me inside

At once the man began to shiver
As one sweating in deadly fever

He shouted to his sleeping wife
Don't let him take away my life

Please go away. O Angel of death
Leave me alone I'm not ready yet

My family on me depends
Give me another chance, I promise for my mistake I'll repent

The Angel knocked again and again
Friend I'll take your life without a pain

The request of Allah is your soul
I don't do things on my own

Bewildered man began to cry. As his whole life flashed in front of his eyes
O Angel of death I am so afraid to die.

I'll give you gold and be your slave
Don't send me to the unlit grave

Let me in O friend the Angel said
Open the door get up from your bed

If you do not allow me in
I'll walk through it like a Jinn

The man held a gun in his right hand
Ready to defy the Angel's stand

I'll point my Gun towards your head
You dare come in I'll shoot you dead

By now the Angel was in the room
Saying O friend prepare for your Doom

Foolish man Angels do not die
Put down your gun and do not sigh

Why are you afraid tell me o man
To die according to Allah's plan?

Come smile at me, do not grim
Be happy to return to him

O Angel I bow my head in shame
I had no time to take Allah's name

From dawn till dust and dust till dawn, I made my wealth
Without even caring about my health

Allah's command I never obeyed
Nor 5 times a day I ever prayed

A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went
Never did I ever thought to repent

The Hajj was already fard on me
But I would not part from my money

All charities I did ignore
Taking usury more and more

Sometime when I sipped my favourite wine
With flirting women I sat to dine

O Angel I appeal to you
Spare my life for a year or two

The laws of Quran i'll obey
And begin Salah this very day

My fast and Hajj I will complete
And keep away from every self conceit

I'll refine from usury
And give all my wealth to charity

Wine and wenches I will detest
Allah's Oneness I will attest

We Angels do as Allah demands
We cannot go against his commands

Death is ordained for everyone
Father mother daughter or son

I'm afraid this moment is your last
Now be reminder of your past

I do understand your fears
But now it's too late for your tears

You lived in this world to score and more
Never did you, your people adore

Your parents you did not obey
Hungry beggars you turned away

Your two ill-gotten, female offspring
In night club, for livelihood they sing

Instead of teaching your children of deen
Whenever they did something wrong you acted like it was unseen

You ignore the adhan
Nor did you read the Holy Quran

Breaking promises all your life
Backbiting friends, and always causing strife

From hoarded goods, great profits you made
And never cared about the poor workers, who were always underpaid

Horses and Cards were your leisure
Money making was your pleasure

You eat vitamins and grow more fat
With the poor and sick, you never sat

A pint of blood you never gave
Which could have been the little baby's save

O man you have done enough wrong
You have good property which would be used for a song

With the farmers appeal to you
You did not have mercy that's true

There is no time for you to repent
I'll take your soul for which I am sent

The ending however is very sad
Eventually the man became mad

With the cry he jumped out of the bed
Suddenly he fell down dead

O reader take the moral from here
You never know your end maybe near

Change your life and make amends
For your deeds your heaven depends

If this poem inspired you
It can help someone too

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