THE LAST BREATH

*THE LAST BREATH*

When pain is unbrearable,
The piercing aches vein through,
The hands are tired for waving pain,
The nasals are getting dry,
In last breath on hospital bed.

When death is now a haven,
On the way,
Two conductors arrive,
Each need your contact,
Take the next bus at your right hand.

When death is now a haven,
It falls on friday,
The heart crowded with faith,
The day of absolute gain,
And last breath on hospital bed.

Thank you death,
You took my father,
When is yet time,
To reap his fruits
Upon me and my kindred.

Dear dad,
Here is my earth to cover you,
"Thank you, am resting dear son"
By God grace I hope so here,
Open your palms and ambrace me.

The last breath on hospital bed,
Is a source of profit gain,
Thousands of people waiving pray,
That pierce through your grave,
From now to eternity.

When death is now a haven,
The running profit will provided,
To you and your left wives,
On our way dear dad,
In heaven with joy and plastic smile,
At the kingdom of Rasulullah SAW.

Usman Ahmad Murtala.
3/12/2017