And when the last breath of my life, I’ll take,
And beneath the dust when my corpse will lay.
What will I deserve; awards or punishments…
For a life in which, rarely, I bowed down to pray.

I kept gossiping n giggling on absurd things,
Though I knew life’s not a game to play.
My soul being mine, never sustained me
& I piled up my record with sins everyday.

I harked music to invigorate my spirit,
When I located myself in dismay n disarray.
I forgot, all my grieves will be washed away,
Just once, if soulfully, I kneel down to pray.

My Lord guided me towards the right path;
The path to success, but I went astray.
Misled by the glitziness of the world,
I neglected the existence of the Judgement day!

When my soul will be resurrected, my Record Book examined;
How will I confess; how will I gainsay?
How will I answer the questions of my Lord?
All on my own, like castaway.

When all my deeds will speak against me,
Will my Lord grant me a hideaway?
When there’ll be no chance for me to escape,
Will my Lord permit me a getaway?

I hope n expect the Divine Favour of my Lord;
His Mercy is on what my hopes mainstay.
He may pardon me for my wrongdoings,
n for my rare good deeds, He may overpay…!

This poem was written/submitted by Mystical Bubble.