Death Is A Dark, Tumultuous Stream Poem by Mohammad Younus

Death is a dark, tumultuous stream,
Birthing sorrow, deep with grief unseen.
Yet heedless mortals vainly dream
That death may grant them sweet release—
A refuge from life's toil and cease.

Think not this stream will halt its flow
Or stray from where it's fated to go.
Nor plead for death to turn away—
Its hand is firm, it shall not sway.

One day, it comes to usher you
Into a realm both old and new—
Jannah's bliss or Jahannum's fire,
As willed by deeds and heart's desire.

Behold! Life's grandeur, hopes, and gleam
Are but the echoes of a dream.

— Mykoul