Death...

The most dreaded of all Spiritual sages.
My friend called you the doom-bringer of all ages.
But for His covenant you visited Christ,
And brought salvation to all races.
For your presence, we have new essence.

It was joy you brought,
When you visited my enemies,
You struck their camps,
And broke their lamps.
You kept them in eternal darkness.
And their voices in endless silence.

You are the sacred incorruptible obedient servant .
The weapon of mass destruction.
A dreadful weapon in the hands of a good God.
Swift in action,
Diligent in deeds.

You are the journey-walker,
Who sees everyone through Life.
Sometimes, you walk long.
Other times, you walk short.
With me, you are still on.
And I hope you'd still be.

With you rest our accounts of time.
You hold the stopwatch of life.
A complete halt to speed.
The terminal for journeys.

It amazing how you work.
You visited Pharaoh,
And stopped tyranny.
You visited Ahmad,
And brought Peace.

Place or time matters not.
Person or being is trivial.
For every life that is given,
You are the final collector.

I sing a song of Praise to Him,
The Giver of Life.
He, who created you and I.
And on Whose instructions only,
You can visit me.
The ultimate reason, I am fearless of you.