It's Hard

It's hard
To be grateful for all that I have
To feel enough when have enough
To think the countless blessings that You gave
To bear the great mercy that You still let me breath
To remember why I lived just as a slave

It's hard
To not be a sinner
All the wrongdoings that I did earlier
Without realising the left and right writers
Shame on me being a sin repeater
When tomorrow God asks what should I answer?

It's hard
To set in my mind
That the death is behind
Even I had the thoughts in mine
That tears I shed at that lone time
It then be gone a second after turning around

"Has the time not come for those who have believed that their hearts should become humbly submissive at the remembrance of Allah and what has come down of the truth? And let them not be like those who were given the Scripture before, and a long period passed over them, so their hearts hardened; and many of them are defiantly disobedient." (The Holy Quran, 57:16)