Before You Die . . .

As the daily routine the Death comes along

Taking toll of those been listed for so long

And so it came to someone next victim on the wait

And then it was just business and neither love nor hate

 

And the man got amazed to have faced the chilling sight

Because he thought it was the wrong time to go and to be out

Visions of the future and memories of the past

The ventures of his mind were believed to make him last

 

But there was the herald of the down world at the door

Wrapped in black, a ruthless look and speechless furthermore

And when he waved the man to follow the man stood still and wouldn’t move

The brain about to burst wild no chance for senses to improve

 

And hardly powered to recover the man exploded into pray

To ask for mercy from the Reaper to put his issue on delay

And that was the doomsday…

 

The man prone at feet searching looks from outside

And the deadly white scull watching blind from inside

And soon came the word upon the man from his Lord

And it came down on him like the comfort and duly reward

 

It said do not fear and think of what had been done good

As only that matters and would have been understood

And the whole of man’s life scrolled through his inner sight

And that had got the Lord’s approval and had met with the Lord’s insight

 

And the man got to know of himself a lot more

And he came to comprehend what it was all for

He‘d been collecting his world for so many years

But then realised it wasn’t worth bitter tears

 

‘Cause every injury and despair could only be soothed by sincere care

And open heart and straightforward endeavour would make the man’s intention fair

And if employed would make the trouble withdraw from his soul

To bring the clear conscience and illuminated mind to one whole

 

To appear before the highest judgement for the final verdict

If this only could have made the man perfect…

 

Alexander Negreyev
January 2013