Death is the ultimate reality,
Not specific of time and place,
Fearing it is absurd,
One should ponder upon;
One's deeds.
What matters most?
Is the way of my life.
Would the Creator be happy by my arrival?
Did I obey Him ,the way He wanted?
If so indeed,
He would be delighted by my arrival.
I wonder how the angel of death would appear in front of me?
And take my soul out of my body.
All depends upon my life,
If good ;
Then death would not be difficult to face,
In fact easy to go with,
And the desire of meeting The Almighty arises,
Spending life without obeying The Lord,
Then death would be dark, painful and hard,
Indeed The Lord of the Worlds would not be pleased ;
By the coming of such a soul.
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