My Limbs went Limp
As I Learnt of the
Torment of Afterlife.
My Feet wouldn’t Move, and
You could’ve Sliced
The Moment with a Kitchen Knife.
Time would Snatch you
Off the Road, and
Throw you in the Dungeon of Hell.
Your Tears would Swell
Into a Fathomless Sea
Where Wailing would be of no Avail.
Syed Ahmed Shah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zikir-of-hazrat-azan-peer-x/
