Before You Die . . .As the daily routine the Death comes along Taking toll of those been listed for so long And so it came to someone next victim on the wait And then it was just business and neither love nor hate And the man got amazed to have faced the chilling sight Because he thought it was the wrong time to go and to be out Visions of the future and memories of the past The ventures of his mind were believed to make him last But there was the herald of the down world at the door Wrapped in black, a ruthless look and speechless furthermore And when he waved the man to follow the man stood still and wouldn’t move The brain about to burst wild no chance for senses to improve And hardly powered to recover the man exploded into pray To ask for mercy from the Reaper to put his issue on delay And that was the doomsday… The man prone at feet searching looks from outside And the deadly white scull watching blind from inside And soon came the word upon the man from his Lord And it came down on him like the comfort and duly reward It said do not fear and think of what had been done good As only that matters and would have been understood And the whole of man’s life scrolled through his inner sight And that had got the Lord’s approval and had met with the Lord’s insight And the man got to know of himself a lot more And he came to comprehend what it was all for He‘d been collecting his world for so many years But then realised it wasn’t worth bitter tears ‘Cause every injury and despair could only be soothed by sincere care And open heart and straightforward endeavour would make the man’s intention fair And if employed would make the trouble withdraw from his soul To bring the clear conscience and illuminated mind to one whole To appear before the highest judgement for the final verdict If this only could have made the man perfect… Alexander Negreyev January 2013 |