Repentance
Poet: Irfan Ali By: Irfan Ali, RawalpindiOne day I will dye
 I will breath my last
 There is darkness there
 I can see with closed eyes
 I heard a sudden blast
 scattering myself like a glass
 Death has come
 There is no Life 
 There is no Life
 No one comes to my grave
 No one knocks the gate
 I am alone in my resting place
 Is this the reward? Is that the fate
 I can not see the light of moon
 Nor the rays of sun flowing in my room
 Look the grave has changed into Gold
 Very slowly It is becoming Cold
 O Lord! It is the wealth which I saved 
 And kept it away from a slave 
 I lived world wide
 Moving around with pride
 I had a loud talk
 My tone was always harsh
 I repent my lord
 Take my wealth 
 Take my son
 Take it all
 Forgive me 
 You are forgiving one
 
  
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