A Terrible Day Poem by shakil ahmed

A terrible day is waiting ahead
When messenger of death will come
With its iron-chain to fasten me
Forever and ever and will show
No mercy or apathy and will hear
No excuse-it is inevitable,
Every soul shall have the taste of death.
Death will push me down to earth
And my body will perish slowly and slowly
In the dust of my mound.
All clamours and noise will abate
And a terrible loneliness will grip me
My dark soul will fly in an unknown world
And will find no place to play hide and sick
I have to face judgement like every mortal soul
I have to submit reckoning like slaves of ancient king
My friends and relatives will come to no avail
only my frail good deeds will stand by me
To save me
from the clutch of gaping hell
But my sporadic good deeds will fail
And will be found too frail and weak
To savers me from eternal damnation
Mercy of God and pleading of prophet
ls my only hope of redemption
In that terrible day.