Saturday, 31 December 2011


I don’t know when you are coming,
Early or late I’m not sure,
But I’m sure you will come,
Either beautiful or ugly,
Young or old,
Will feel death.

Your visit is sad for us,
If you come cres will be heard,
Wives will feel lonely,
Husbands lose spouses,
Children become orphans,
But we must be  patent,
And remember the death,
Is decided by ALLAH,
From Him we come,
And to Him we go back.

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