This Is My Grave Poem by Aftab Alam

This is my grave, here I lay; rest
This is not a place to weep and cry,
Go away, go away; that will be the best,
I fear, your tears, may run lamp dry,

You know; I always tried to be with light,
I am not praiseworthy; I am not so bright,
If ye wish to stand here then recite the verses,
Praise to Allah, the Almighty,

If ye do so, then
My lamp will burn brightly,
Forever….

I always thought,
What this life is?

Messenger's message only to recite,
Or to act accordingly; as per the truth,
If ye know this,
Kindly whisper,
I will be happier than ever,

Shrouded white blanket is not dirty one,
With our vice, we make it dirty,

This is my grave, here I lay; rest
This is not a place to weep and cry,

For I, always fought with the wind,
Now, I don't allow that wind,
I should not be awaken by evil
Go away, go away; that will be the best,
I fear, your tears, may run lamp dry,
This is my grave, here I lay; rest
This is not a place to weep and cry



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