In Retrospect! A poem that ends with (..ing)

Nights and days have been alternating

Years have been moving

Nations have been perishing

There was a long period of time when we were nothing

Then came a time when we started living

There will be a time when we will be dying

Sometimes our emotions know nothing other than smiling

Sometimes the emotion is dominated by crying

Sometimes it's a combination of a mixed-feeling

I remembered the early parts of my life when we go out playing

I remembered the peaceful ambience dominating

I remembered many faces that are now fading

What is the beauty of living?

Why should we indulge in time-wasting?

What could be the fate of those in the Graves waiting?

Once upon a time there was someone with power and authority now beneath the sod (grave) shouting

Once upon a time there was someone extremely poor now beneath the sod relaxing

Once upon a time the undertaker is being undertaking

I asked myself if everything is worth doing if Jannah is not forthcoming?

I asked myself if wealth, lineage, power is worth something?

I asked if our various quest is worth rewarding?

What could be the fate of our dead parents and loved ones in Barzakh waiting?

What will happen to us the Day the angel of death comes visiting?

What deeds are we advancing?

We came to this world crying

Our parents were smiling

Let it not be that the day we die we leave crying 

I dedicate this to all those that lost their lives in the hands of the oppressors.