I wonder; if I were to breathe my last
To the cord of life I would want to hold fast
Having attached myself to various strings
Now, at the doorstep of reality death brings
If I were to breathe my last now
My clenched fist I would open and say Wow!
These were the seeds I was supposed to sow
For from them would my hereafter grow!
To breathe my last I always fear
For my provision for the journey are meager
The overwhelming reality would dawn upon me
My life would seem like a futile shopping spree
The market was full of glamour
I forgot of His Supreme Power
I got seduced by the decorated vain
Therefore now to face the deadly pain
I will never be able blame it all on fate
For I had the ability to think and relate
Right from wrong I was to distinguish
My existence would then not diminish
If I were to breathe my last
Memories would be of the past
How many would honestly say
I knew of her but goodness, nay!
If I were to breathe my last
I would promise to rectify the past
Towards others I would be more considerate
Thoughtful I would be of the less fortunate
If I were to breathe my last now
To change my attitude I sincerely vow
Rights of others I will never violate
Not harm anyone, neither a foe nor a mate
I would think of my wrongly lived life
Every misunderstanding hurting hearts so fragile
Every disagreement I had with acquaintances
Un-amended remain all those instances
As I click the mouse with my finger tips
Utter the words Astaghfirullah with my lips
To you, too, my hand I sincerely extend
Indeed the journey we travel has no end
Before I have to breathe my last
Remorsefully my looks down I cast
I say Alhamdulilah for this golden chance
Of having been brought out of that stance
From you too I seek forgiveness
Don’t we all crave for Allah’s nearness?
Only clean souls enter His Domain
Rest shall wander without any aim
