[bint-e-masroor]

From those around I hear a Cry,
Its time to go, a helpless sigh,
I hear their footsteps leaving slow,
And then I know my soul must Fly!

A chilly wind begins to blow,
Within my soul, from Head to Toe,
And then, Last Breath escapes my lips,
It's Time to leave. And I must Go!

So, it is True (But it's too Late)
They said: Each soul has it's Given Date,
When it must leave it's body's core,
And meet with it's Eternal Fate.

Come on my brothers let's pray
Decide which now, Do NOT delay!
Oh God! Oh God! I cannot see!
My eyes are Blind! Am I still Me
Or has my soul been led astray,
And forced to pay a Priceless Fee
Alas to Dust we all return,

Some shall rejoice, while others cry,
If only I knew that before
The line grew short, and time came !
My time came and i must leave

Thay lay me crying and go home
I m crying in worse heaven or hell
Who knows? Tomorrow could be your Day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell !!!!!!!!!!!






Decide which now, Do NOT delay!