2021.04.30.
The bed of dust
Dust is my bed, it has embraced me, and it’s my cover now.The send surround me, even from over and above.
And the grave tells a darkness of my calamity.
And the guidance was elucidated in his book but, I forget my meeting with God’s.
Where is my family’s love? They sold my loyalty.
And where are my group of friends? They Left my brotherhood.
Where is the bliss of money? It’s all behind my back now.
And where is the glory of fame and its shiny praises? I left it all behind.
This is my ending. Dust is my bed.
And the Love shuns its pleasure, and my eulogy is wailed.
And the tears dried up after the crying.
And the universe become narrow, and so did my space.
And then the grave become my ground and sky.
This is my ending. Dust is my bed.
Fear fills my estrangement, and sadness is my illness.
I hope for steadfastness, and I swear it is my remedy.
And to God’s I pray sincerely, You are my hope.
Allah (God’s) I desire Paradise, to find bliss in.