Left Alone

From God we come, to God we return

The purpose of life I have yet to discern

I was taught to read, never taught to learn

Each breathe shortening my limited run

Till I am left alone in the earth, which turns

Killing demons…

Resembling the devil himself

Pointing at others' faults….

My mistakes yet to be dealt

I speak of a book….

That lies dust-filled on my shelf

I praise honesty....

With false feats under my belt

Greedy for money, respect and power

Will greed pay off in my last hour?

On command of each sin, my body devoured

Headed six feet under, fascinated by towers

Truly, deeds are all we should call ours

Accompanying us when we’re pushing flowers

In this materialism, spirituality is in a drought

The wealthy talk big and we ignore the devout

People unaware of their destiny

Others unaware of the route

Petty temptations buy faith out

Kids struggling with unanswered doubts

Diamond stickers on the blanket sky

Mirror majestic power and awe

An eerie, cold silence at the grave

Constantly reminding of how…

From God we come, to God we return

The purpose of life I have yet to discern

I was taught to read, never taught to learn

Each breathe shortening my limited run

'Till I am left alone in the earth, which turns

Poet: Yahya Naqvi

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