When my turn would come,
Soon enough to depart from home,
Many hearts would be at still,
And my space, none to fill.
Though my mouth would be shut,
Though my soul would be apart,
None of you should be hurt,
For God's plans go right.
Dear haters be relieved,
My death take it as a relief,
Smile wide and laugh loud,
But for me is a shining cloud.
Nothing like gloom in heart,
Nothing like mind with dirt,
I lived a life as was my fate,
For God's plans never late...
The second stanza had the most effect. good write, i can see a great deal of potential in you! let your mind enhance your pen and the urge to flow along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aqeb, promise...i wanna take my work a level higher