Death Was At My Doorstep Poem by Muhammad Umair

Death was at my doorstep, knocking
And it made me absolutely shocking;
Questioned me about an abrupt depature
I overlooked it and said, 'couldn't capture.'

It asked me to repent for one last time,
All my life I haven't done any crime;
'Even saints don't say that, ' it said
You deprived me of having a free breath.

Thy fear has always kept me a captive,
Now you really want me to be attentive;
Give me some more time to relish
Only then I'd be ready to perish.

It was staring at me and laughing,
My insanity made it coughing;
Your time is over, no more mins
All your life you've just done sins.

It held my throat ferociously,
It convulsed me thoroughly;
It took me out of my house
Feeling of fear did arouse.

On my way upto the sky
I was seeing it as a lie;
People were mourning in grief
People were ecstatic with relief.

You had your chance to seek joy
But you just really couldn't deploy;
You were given a complete life
But you cut it short with a knife.

This moment is all you have,
Enjoyment, I could have;
Ecstasy or lament, you decide
Grief will never make you pride.