The one sitting dejected and forlorn,
The day has ended and night for him is long,
Reminiscing what he did in his life,
Racking his brains for a deed good and bright,
Alas! He fails, looking woebegone.
The society would do nothing but shun,
He fears humiliation, in which his insides would burn,
If only on his deeds he had never reflected,
Still drowned in evil, at least not neglected,
But no, he’s confused, where to turn?
Wait! Does he dread a bleak future of his past?
He fears people, of being an outcast?
Does he not know of the only place?
Where mercy and hope wipe out disgrace?
Tell him of the One whose haven is too vast.
To Whom if you turn He feels more happy than the man,
Who loses his camel in the waterless desert land,
And when that camel returns with the water and food load,
Joyful, the man says, ‘O Lord, Thou art my servant and I am Thine Lord’,
Did you ever hear of love more than that?
So repent to Allah and cry your heart out,
Prostrate in front of Him, promise to submit throughout,
Your past would be cleared as if it has no stain,
You may even become His favourite slave,
Contented you will be without a doubt.
From the slavery of people and this world break free,
For they are weak, when needed they flee,
Be His slave, from evil and sins abstain,
You will slip and fall; He will pick you yet again,
Forgiveness is all you have to plea.
Real ‘past’ is this world, in which if you fail there is no return,
True ‘future’ that awaits is heaven or hell which will burn,
So prepare for the future that will stay forever,
Regret now, for later regret will be bitter,
Let go of your past, make hereafter your concern.
P.S. Is poetry stalking me or what? O_O
A few months back I had nothing to do with poetry whatsoever (except a poem I wrote in school), and then things happened so fast. :P
So yeah, we got this one as an assignment, topic same as the title of the post, at university.