By Maya Green
They chase all of the Dunya
But of the Akhirah they wilfully sell
A grotesque bargain indeed:
Where an eternity in the laps of Paradise
Is exchanged, for a fleeting moment’s void
And, for certain — just empty fantasy
Come to think of it:
Gold and faeces are — interchangeable
But no, not your soul,
Nor your bejewelled light
This Dunya is but a blink
So don’t sell yourself short
Dateline:
First composed July 16, 2017, in a moment of reflection
Revisited on July 16, 2024, in Shah Alam, at time check, 6.52 AM on a Tuesday
