Station

Sitting in a station

People pass, young and old

Some see their loved ones, full of elation

Some travelling, departing, not arriving, stories untold

I am forgotten, Dust on my name

Passing gravestone after gravestone

They say life is a Game

There are no things that I need to atone – for

For I am young now, let me live life

We do not understand, Age does not matter

99 year old doctor, grandfather

4 year old daughter

A few lines not telling their strife

Of broken bones and broken hearts

Of lost friends and abusive parents

Of a happy life, it felt like eons

Of  the Gold I filled in carts

Everything has left now, hear their steps echoing

The real test has started now

3 Questions deciding, the following

Who is your Lord?

What is your Religion?

Who is your Prophet?

This life like a stone, sticking out of it a sword

Your heart determines your condition

Let the water out and you are set

It is the weapon of Choice.

Mu610

About Mu610

22 year old German Muslim currently studying at Bradford University in the UK. Born in Marburg, raised in Berlin and spent 5 years in Nottingham then moving to Bradford in September '12. Is fluent in German and English and has some knowledge of French and Arabic, has an interest in learning Japanese, Italian, Spanish, Russian, Chinese and maybe Urdu for now.

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