I dedicated this poem
To MH370 passengers
& crews;
And; to Ami Schaheera
D-e-a-t-h,
A short,
single word, which holds the darkest aura of horror
Sending a
shiver and chill down to the bone of every soul that lives
For they
know no one could escaped from mortality
Not even for
a human with deeds as large as the ocean; with sins as small as a seed
Death comes
as eerily as ghost creeping towards its frightening prey
Taking the
heart of a soul breathtakingly like a mere exhale of breath
For once the
heart is taken away; every living human is dragged to the Day of Judgment
The day that
will determine a path closer to God in Heaven or standing next to Satan in hell
They know
that even if deeds are given the ability to speak;
Wouldn't dare
to make a promise with them for the prosperity in the hereafter
Because
human learn; God is Al-Hakim,
And Al-‘Alim
for every creature that He created
Every living
soul has the chance to hold on to God’s hand tightly
Yet, having
equal fate to be greeted at the entrance by the Satan; who smiled cunningly to
its future acquaintances
Whichever key
that a soul grasped,
Each soul
has been destined to be taken away peculiarly by the Angle of Death
Some; are
bounded deep down in the Indian Ocean
Some; selected
to be tortured silently by tumor
Note:
This poem
exist due to my intrigues towards The
Raven movie where I have learn that Edgar Allan Po’s poem have captured my
heart.
