PoeM Of tHe =EnD=..

                                                  


                           It was early in the morning at four,
                                         When death knocked upon a bedroom door,

                              Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
           I'm Azrael , 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 hin 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 a chance , O please prepense !

                             The Angel knocked again and agian,
                                      Friend! I will take your life without a pain.

               Tis your soul Allah requires,
                    I come not with my own desire.

                         Bewildered, the man began to cry,
               O Angel I'm so afraid to die.

                               I will 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 will walk through it, like a jinn.

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

                                 I will point my gun, towards your head,
                                 You dare come in, I will shoot you dead.

                     Foolish man , Angels never die,
                           Put down your gun and do not sigh.

                           Whyare you afraid! Tell me O man,
                     To die according to Allah's plan

                         Come smile at me, do not be 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 morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
              Not even caring for health.

                        Allah's command I never obeyed,
                          Nor five times a day I ever prayed.

                                       A Ramadhan came and a Ramadhan went,
              But no time had I to repent.

                           The Hajj was already FARD on me,
                            But I would no part with my money.

               All charities I did no ignore,
                 Taking usury more and more.

                                Sometimes 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 will obey,
                       I will begin SALAT this very day.

                             My FAST and HAJJ, I will complete,
                        And keep away from self conceit

          I will refrain from usury,
                    And give all wealth to charity.

                   Wine and wenches I will detest,
               Allah's oneness I will attest.

                          We Angels do what Allah demands,
                          We can not against His commands.

                   Death is ordined for everyone,
                        Father , mother, daugther or son.

                           I'm afraid this moment is your last,
                    Now be reminded of your past.

             I do undestand your fears,
                    But it is now too late for tears.

                                        You lived in this world, two scare and more,
                         Never did you, your people adore.

                    Your parents, you did not obey,
                          Hungry beggars, you turned away.

                        There is no time for you to repent,
                                  I wil take your soul for which I am sent.

                      The ending, however is very sad,
                       Eventually teh man became mad.

                       With a cry, he jumped out of bed,
                      And suddenly, he fell down dead.
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# O Reader! Take moral fro here, you never know  your end may be near
   Change your living and make amends For heaven on your deeds depends.   

                

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