Expired
13-04-07, 10:00 PM
O heedless man,fooled by fate,
> greedy soul bred in hate,
> runs through life for shaitan bait,
> fear your lord,the judgement date.
> Sees the crowds on minted routes,
> foolish man he follows suit,
> Lives in heaven yet he moots,
> Adams son for Adams fruit.
> He lives throught life then calls it strange,
> that all he did was deal with change,
> behold the world,a mere assess,
> a feint fallacy,no more no less
> Listen O man,to a warning plain,
> life is like the pouring rain,
> seeps the soil,then through the grain,
> grows and flows a pleasing mane
> and man he thinks it will remain,
> but nearer to him than his jugular vein,
> is he who wrote his life in twain,
> he blows a wind and lo!its plain.
> His pleasing gardens made inane,
> he screams he shouts but all in vain,
> delighting deciet is the life mundane.
> Mutual rivalry of a worldly gain,
> feighns your life from life to feign
> until you form the dead terrain,
> and then you'll see in shocking shame,
> then sure you'll see with eyes of sane,
> the burning cells,the ripping flame,
> then sure you'll see a hell elane,
> the wealth you stored has bought your pain,
> and now you stand in his disdain.
> O heedless man,hear me all,
> turn to Him before you fall,
> the motioned world will one day stall,
> the day He makes his final call.
> then you'll stand helpless and scorned,
> fooled by the world adorned
> hear my warning,you' ll be mourned
> fear that day,the warned.
>
> by brother Danish Abdullah Ahmad
> greedy soul bred in hate,
> runs through life for shaitan bait,
> fear your lord,the judgement date.
> Sees the crowds on minted routes,
> foolish man he follows suit,
> Lives in heaven yet he moots,
> Adams son for Adams fruit.
> He lives throught life then calls it strange,
> that all he did was deal with change,
> behold the world,a mere assess,
> a feint fallacy,no more no less
> Listen O man,to a warning plain,
> life is like the pouring rain,
> seeps the soil,then through the grain,
> grows and flows a pleasing mane
> and man he thinks it will remain,
> but nearer to him than his jugular vein,
> is he who wrote his life in twain,
> he blows a wind and lo!its plain.
> His pleasing gardens made inane,
> he screams he shouts but all in vain,
> delighting deciet is the life mundane.
> Mutual rivalry of a worldly gain,
> feighns your life from life to feign
> until you form the dead terrain,
> and then you'll see in shocking shame,
> then sure you'll see with eyes of sane,
> the burning cells,the ripping flame,
> then sure you'll see a hell elane,
> the wealth you stored has bought your pain,
> and now you stand in his disdain.
> O heedless man,hear me all,
> turn to Him before you fall,
> the motioned world will one day stall,
> the day He makes his final call.
> then you'll stand helpless and scorned,
> fooled by the world adorned
> hear my warning,you' ll be mourned
> fear that day,the warned.
>
> by brother Danish Abdullah Ahmad