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