Good day to you all here on hive Learners.
Today is another beautiful day on the earth's surface. Let’s remember to appreciate our existence. Every day is not Sunday, tomorrow is Monday. So we got prepared for another week filled with activities. I hope we continue to have a blessed week ahead.
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Today I would be making a poem about death since death is inevitable. There is no way humankind can escape death and it’s something you can never run away from. You just have to know that life is not a permanent place to be forever..
It’s a pity and very painful…
That there is something called death…
We all have to witness it...
I see it to be something so truthful…
It would always come as a lecture…
Everyone must pick a lesson
Whether we like it or not.
To he who says there is no lesson
Then he is to face the reality
It is a visitor that comes without an invitation
It enters without greeting or knocking
If it likes it would show up and at times not...
To whose time is near,
There is no escape route…
We are all on the bus of life…
Where everyone gets to know each other
We are all of the different ages
Different in many ways of life.
But at some point in this journey
We all have to alight at our bus stop.
If we live for a thousand years
And even an additional ten thousand
It’s so certain that there would come a day
When you would be there in the grave
It doesn’t care if you’re old or young
Neither does it care about your gender
It knows no family background
You might be rich or poor.
It would come at the right time
You may think you are lucky
Or graced to have escaped
But it’s not your time
Even when it takes the mother
And let alone the infant.
Who are you?
It doesn’t care about your plans
Nor does it care about your wishes
Your hopes are nothing to be considered
When it’s time to leave
There is no antidote to remain alive.
©Abdulqudus
Death is inevitable
Sitting down under the mango tree in the yard of our mosque today, More than a decade now and it is still filmed like a movie to me, I remembered how my grandma left the world back then. I was a little of a child then but I saw it all. On her sick bed, how she called us and gave us her goodbye 👋 messages. It was a first-time experience, not until we went down to bury her deep inside the soil. Everyone cried so hard, we wept so hard but our tears couldn’t bring the dead alive again. All that was left was nostalgia.
