Dawn air's silence breaks,
As the calls to pray increase,
Where are God's faithful?

Some do yawn and rise,
But are not ready to leave,
Their sleep and their wives.

But they all rise up,
To the sounds of the alarm,
Healthy, wealthy, wise!

Offices, businesses,
Matter -- money the incentive,
Till sleep leads to death.

What's the Hereafter,
For most it's fabrication,
God, reincarnation!

In such a world I,
Carry on without complaints,
Till, to Him, I fly!

Lies, hypocrisy,
And that too with One who knows?
The Lord Almighty?

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