On your right hand side,
Facing the qiblah,
Shrouded in plain white.
Tied up, middle and down.
You cannot even turn,
Lateral, recumbent or supine.
As you wish.
The day of utmost loneliness,
Without the company of your beloved.
Just you, and your deeds
Just the level of your submission,
It determines the welcome party,
Either by giant animals,
Or by blessed angels.
The option is yours to decide
In this world,
Before the day of your final bath,
When all locomotive functions are lost.
Think, Rethink, Reflect, Repent, and
IGNITE your soul.
Keep the flame of eeman burning.