Call

 Call

   -Alveera Hafeez

With every second passing, 

I shed something or the other,

Sometimes I shed my tears,

Sometimes the feathers.

Still I am afraid to fall in the later,

I am afraid to change or to die,

Death is not an end as we think,

But something promoting us to sky.

Why is death so scary,

Why are we scared of hell,

Even though we all know,

It resides in our own well.

There is no heaven or hell,

God is no human who judge,

He is rather a creator of masterpieces,

Unseemingly patient, without rush.

God is not someone who is scary,

Rather someone who is peaceful,

Someone who knows to love,

Someone who is merciful.

Yet we are afraid to get close to him,

Thinking death as an end,

Rather death is the new beginning,

With God welcoming at the end.

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