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The Story Thus Far

By Raashid Naqib


For less than a penny’s worth

My soul departs from the body


Yes, I’ve died but at what cost!?

On the Day of Judgment, I hope to be hearty


And not frail or be timid like I am

But, bold and forthcoming; hence, I would talk charmingly


Wonder on the Final Day, who else shall be there

I have been seeking her, ever since the last party


I remember her dancing; it is a sight like no other

I know only her first name, the one who speaks wisely


Worship, I hear thy speech in the deepest of sleep tonight

Why are you present here? What do you seek from thee?





All trespassers beware; her tongue is made of molten lava

Her teeth; the peak of the Everest, and her face is aligned perfectly


Up away and alone in the Eden, where do I go from here?

Back, banished unto the world or do I keep living on humbly?


‘Tis but a grave question, what happens when the heart turns evil and insane?

Her wits carry the answer; the life of this world is not to be had all solemnly


But, I am a person bound to feel hunger, dread, misery, and dismay

Ever look at the Full Moon and wonder; why are we this way?


What will happen will do so as to fold the past

Tuck away your last breath, for; the mirage calls upon us favorably


The journey is arduous and the Sun at our throat

Keep walking; my bare feet, some Heaven could be awaiting thee


Upon the death bed; why am I hearing the silence still?

Burn, ache and rave; in my dying stead, never forget to mourn me


Cry, weep, and whisper sweet nothings unto my cold body

Wish I a grand life, and talk as if I too am the meadow bound


Whom else but, I am present everywhere; beneath the other face

When you as well want for thyself what I desire for me


By Raashid Naqib







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