QUEEN OF HEARTS ...
08-22-2008, 07:28 PM
And when the last breath of my life, I'll take,
And beneath the dust when my corpse will lay.
What will I deserve; awards or punishments,
For a life in which, I seldom bowed down to pray.
I kept gossiping and giggling on absurd things,
Though I knew life's not a game to play.
My soul being mine, never sustained me,
And I piled up my record with sins everyday.
I harked music to invigorate my life force,
When I located myself in dismay n disarray.
I forgot, all my grieves will be washed away,
Just once, if soulfully, I kneel down to pray.
My Lord guided me towards the right path,
The path to success, but I went astray.
Misled by the glitziness of the world,
I neglected the existence of the Judgement day!
When my soul will be resurrected, my Record Book examined,
How will I confess; how will I gainsay?
How will I answer the questions of my Lord?,
All on my own, like castaway.
When all my deeds will speak against me,
Will my Lord grant me a hideaway?
When there'll be no chance for me to escape,
Will my Lord permit me a getaway?
I hope and expect the Divine Favour of my Lord,
His Mercy is on what my hopes mainstay.
He may pardon me for my contrariness,
And for my rare politeness, He may overpay....!
And beneath the dust when my corpse will lay.
What will I deserve; awards or punishments,
For a life in which, I seldom bowed down to pray.
I kept gossiping and giggling on absurd things,
Though I knew life's not a game to play.
My soul being mine, never sustained me,
And I piled up my record with sins everyday.
I harked music to invigorate my life force,
When I located myself in dismay n disarray.
I forgot, all my grieves will be washed away,
Just once, if soulfully, I kneel down to pray.
My Lord guided me towards the right path,
The path to success, but I went astray.
Misled by the glitziness of the world,
I neglected the existence of the Judgement day!
When my soul will be resurrected, my Record Book examined,
How will I confess; how will I gainsay?
How will I answer the questions of my Lord?,
All on my own, like castaway.
When all my deeds will speak against me,
Will my Lord grant me a hideaway?
When there'll be no chance for me to escape,
Will my Lord permit me a getaway?
I hope and expect the Divine Favour of my Lord,
His Mercy is on what my hopes mainstay.
He may pardon me for my contrariness,
And for my rare politeness, He may overpay....!