Mohammad Abdullah - Afterlife

I once met a spirit,
Of a man who was dead,
'How is the Afterlife?
Why do you walk the Earth's tread? '

With a wisp of sorrow,
With a heavy heart, he cried,
'Why would I want this?
Do you know how I died? '

'Born an Orphan, Raised an Orphan,
Lived an Orphan, Died an Orphan.
What was worth living for?
Did anyone care? Why? When? '

No one to embrace him,
No one who'd care,
'Was that worth living?
A life that's not even fair? '

'Latching onto purses,
Doing sins to live,
Had I not remorsed?
A thought about me, did anyone give? '

Bullied, tortured, dragged,
Arrested, for no crime,
'Was anyone there for me?
Did anyone spare a dime? '

He was left with no choice,
He just had to do it,
'Why I killed myself?
Because they were already at it'

Dejected, I turned away,
There was nothing left to say,
'But why did you do it?
What turned you to dismay? '

Unacknowledged, I shrugged,
Deja vu? Fantasy? Or a dream?
I reflected, 'Wake up! '
'Don't believe me? Go ahead, scream! '

Unaware of what it had turned into,
Unaware of what had happened,
'How did our paths cross?
Why has everything darkened? '

Deprived myself of this prestigious gift,
Not a beat, not a breath, I don't know why,
'See you soon, ' and he left,
I kept yelling, 'How? How did I die? '

Mohammad Abdullah

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