IN MEMORY OF NAZIRAHMED DAUD SATIA (ALLAH DRENCH HIM IN HIS MERCY)
Six years on, how quickly time has gone.
Six years on, the knight that once shone,
Is resting in his grave, with the help of no one.
He is covered from head to toe in dust, including every bone,
We can no longer hear his voice, nor listen to his tone.
We are deprived of his beautiful countenance, the crispy smile was always known,
A smile which could melt a heart, even if it was made out of stone.
You spread your warmth everywhere, your seeds of graciousness were planted like an acorn,
Today, we see those fruits, how far and wide they have grown.
Allah protected you yesterday and will protect you today from even the prick of a thorn,
Because you left this world with a clean heart, not owing a debt and not owing a loan.
Let this rhyme be a reminder, for each and every one of us that we too have a time unknown,
Death hovers over all of us, just like a flying drone.
Death will fall suddenly and take your soul as fast as a cyclone,
Death doesn’t announce on a speaker system, nor uses a microphone.
Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia (one who is in dire need of Allah’s forgiveness, mercy and pleasure).
1 Rabiul Thani 1441