Death came too soon, I was yet to repent,



My sins now unwashed remain with me till the end.



Time was spent on meaningless acts,



Worship ignored, a blind eye turned to the facts.



Days would go by without a thought,



That time was running out and my breaths were now numbered.



But I carried on, and indulged in life,



Forgetting my purpose, my aim in life.



I was being watched yet acted so selfishly,



I talked with disrespect and walked about aimlessly.



I feared very little and felt proud to be a Muslim,



But my actions were very different from the teachings of our religion.



Then one day He showed me His sign,



He took away my breath; it was now the end of the line.



I lay there helpless and watched in silence,



As all those around me screamed and wept.



I thought for a moment, what a bizarre scene,



But then realised I was no longer alive to intervene.



I wanted freedom, to be let loose to move,



But the wings of the flighty dove had now been removed.



I sunk so low as to feel my chest burdened,



With the weight of a thousand stones bearing on my soul now hardened.



In an instance life had swiftly come and gone,



Not once did I stop to think about what I’d done.



All that neglect, I had caused so much pain,



But any prayers and pleas were now in vain.



As I lay still, my cries would be unheard,



Like the boy who cried wolf to the disbelieving shepherd.



As folk sat weeping my journey had already begun,



Into the unseen, to darkness and beyond.



If only I had listened, had adhered and refrained,



This journey would have been to a place more serene.