Death Plan

An outburst

It's a game - there is only one rule, you must play - 
the heart keeps pumping, it's muscles keep throbbing
until the timer goes out, and then you're out - outta the game. 

We are born: We have no memory from where we have come
The journey of our creation - form of body and soul is undone -

From what we were, to what we are, to what we shall become 

That knowledge is with Allah - we must accept and overcome. 

Here we breathe: We have moments from which we make life
The joining of instances forms an edition - while we're alive -
In the world - for contentment and closure we pull out a knife

That fate and destiny is with Allah - we must resign to revive.

Here we feel: We have emotion from which we forcefully feel 

The give and take of love and hate - an overbearing sensation -

Too much or too little to go around that we beg, borrow and steal

That character is with Allah - we must spread ardour and celebration.

Here we die : We have a clock from where we are ticking time

The consequence of birth is we return - six feet into the Earth - 

Believe it or not, the end shall sound an echo of realistic rhyme

That balance is with Allah - we must define our departing worth.

Reviews

[Daisy]

such a wonderful poem it is.... each and every words
i can't put it in words but... it's beyond awesome

[-Scribe in Style-]

Thank you Daisy :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I do believe in the words below.
"Here we die : We have a clock from where we are ticking time
The consequence of birth is we return - six feet into the Earth -
Believe it or not, the end shall sound an echo of realistic rhyme
That balance is with Allah - we must define our departing worth."
Each of us will be judged. Better to live a good life. All poor and negative action will demand payment one day. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. You made me think this evening.
Coyote

[-Scribe in Style-]

Thank you so much... Hope your thoughts were not too intruded into, though when I read your comment I felt my mission as writer had been accomplished since the piece had pushed you into thought... :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Good words create thoughts and reaction. Your words did. You are welcome.