"D" (POEM)

Death marched passed by me;

It always do,

Such like when God passes by,

Swift, and quiet,

No time for goodbyes,

Wails and tears, all hail,

In one's remembrance,

The bond of memory,

The emotional attachments,

That we all suddenly remember, recall, recollect.

Whether we are strangers nor friends, families nor foes,

Then the pain, the agony, then the joy, the happiness,

Makes one wonder,

Why are we, how are we, so powerless,

So defenseless, so humble, so submissive,

When It arrives knocking at one's doorsteps,

Makes me wonder,

Ponder over Younder,

If it be only a certified "dee eee eaa dee" stamp on the papers,

or there is more than that,

Another burning question lingers then,

that no mortals know, till we meet Him.

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In revered memory of Renu Prasengam and Vishwa's fathers, who's deaths took their families by surprise. May God bless their souls and bring them into the folds of the Concourse of High.

Ya' Baha'u'llah!
Ya' Shahibu'z-Zaman!
Ya' Allah E'l Mustaghaz!

2nd April, 2007