Time Poem by Yusof Mutahar

Time

The resting abode, below six feet of sand.
The hourglass runs empty, undoubtedly God's plan,
This momentary world, an ultimate deceit,
The cunning enemy, not afraid to lie and cheat,
The next is forever, a life that won't die,
Then which of the bounties of the Lord do you deny?

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Yusof Mutahar

Yusof Mutahar

Perth, Australia
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