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, every single bone,
We can no longer hear his voice, nor listen to his tone.
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 and high 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,
Death hovers over all of us, just like a drone.
Death falls suddenly and takes your soul as fast as a cyclone,
Death doesn’t announce on a speaker system, nor uses a microphone.