No Cry, No Pain, No Remorse Poem by Matloob Bokhari

NO CRY, NO PAIN, NO REMORSE
Dark souls without the light of God
Stung by the snakesof diamonds
Are Kings, on golden throne, rolling in glory,
Desire of flesh and pride in possessions
Ascend above the heights of the clouds,
And build their thronesabove the stars of sky
A dervish, in patched clothes, bathing in drops of rain,
Dancing withpetals of blooms, gazes up in heaven
Playswiththereflection of moon in lake,
Echoeshis voice, eternal gloryto God!
O hard hearts, fixedeyes on seen, forgot unseen
Your ambitions are in the sky, body in the grave
We are all pilgrims on this earth, this is not our home
Riding on chariot decked with blood, bones and flesh of the poor,
O King! forgotten the blackness of darkness of grave
Death will sooncut off your lofty ambitions
And you will be inlakeburning with fire andbrimstone
Blessed are those who aresleepingondust of theearth
No cry, no pain, no remorse