'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, DEATH UNKNOWN

DEATH UNKNOWN
After death the era seems
Bleak and dreary,
Woven around it an aura of mystery.
Will I have to repent for my sins,
Or will I be classed divine.
All questions answered at the
mercy of time-
Will I be in Gods domain.
Or will me be, Satan slain,
If I knew distinctly I would
Have an upper hand.
God rules supremely over the
Law of the land.
I am afraid of the outcome of death
Will it or will it not be as I suggest