The beautiful poem

I'm Malkul Maut > > It was early in the morning at four, > > When death knocked upon a bedroom door. > > Who is there? The sleeping one cried. > I'm Malkul Maut, let me inside. > > At once, the man began to shiver, > As one sweating in deadly fever, > > He shouted to his sleeping wife, > Don't let him take away my life. > > Please go away, O Angel of Death! > Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet. > > My parents and family on me depends, > Give me a chance, O please prepense! > > The angel knocked again and again, > Friend! I'll take your life without a pain, > > Tis your soul Allah requires, > I come not with my own desires.. > > Bewildered, the man began to cry, > O Angel I'm so afraid to die, > > I'll give you gold and be your slave, > Don't send me to the unlit grave. > > Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said, > Open the door; get up from your bed, > > If you do not allow me in, > I will walk through it, like a Jinn. > > The man held a gun in his hand, > Ready to defy the Angel's stand.. > > I'll point my gun, towards your head, > You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead. > > By now the Angel was in the room, > Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom. > > Foolish man, Angels never die, > Put down your gun and do not sigh. > Why are you afraid! Tell me O man, > To die according to Allah's plan? > Come smile at me, do not be grim, > Be Happy, to return to Him. > > O Angel! I bow my head in shame; > I had no time to take Allah's Name. > > From morning till dusk, I made my wealth, > Not even caring for my own health. > > Allah's command I never obeyed, > Nor five times a day I ever prayed. > > Ramadan came and a Ramadan went, > But I had no time to repent. > > The Hajj was already FARD on me, > But I would not part with my money. > > All charities I did ignore, > Taking usury more and more. > > Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine, > With flirting women I sat to dine... > > O Angel! I appeal to you, > Spare my life for a year or two. > > The Laws of Quran I will obey, > I'll begin my SALAT this very day. > > My Fast and Hajj, I will complete, > And keep away from self-conceit. > > I will refrain from usury, > And give all my wealth to charity, > > Wine and wenches I will detest, > Allah's oneness I will attest. > > We Angels do what Allah demands, > We cannot go against His commands.. > > Death is ordained for everyone, > Father, mother, daughter or son. > > I'm afraid this moment is your last, > Now be reminded, of your past, > > do understand your dreadful fears, > But it is now too late for your tears. > > You lived in this world, two score and more, > Never did to you, your people adore. > > Your parents, you did not obey, > Hungry beggars, you turned away. > > Your two ill-gotten, female offspring, > In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing. > > Instead of making many more Muslims, > You made your children non-Muslims? > > You did ignore the Mua'dhin Adhaan, > Nor did you read the Holy Quran. > > Breaking promises all your life, > Backbiting friends, and causing strife > > From hoarded goods, great profits you made, > And for your poor workers, you underpaid. > > Horses and cars were your leisure, > Moneymaking was your pleasure. > > You ate vitamins and grew more fat, > With the very sick, you never sat. > > A pint of blood you never gave, > Which could a little baby save? > > O Human, you have done enough wrong, > You bought good properties for a song. > > When the farmers appealed to you, > You did not have mercy, tis true. > > Paradise for you? I cannot tell, > Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell. > > There is no time for you to repent, > I'll take your soul for which I am sent. > > The ending however, is very sad, > Eventually the man became mad > > With a cry, he jumped out of bed, > And suddenly, he fell down dead. > > O Reader! Take moral from here, > You never know, your end may be near > > Change your living and make amends > For heaven, on your deeds depends. > > if this poem inspires you, > It can help someone too. > > At least take some time, and do not ban > And send it to as many people as you can. > This poem may change many lives, > And Allah may have for you a great surprise.