The Master of Judgement Day

The day of great duration has arrived,
Its mightiness is irresistible for it means a blast.
The initial fancy is that of extreme measures,
By reason of the excitement from resurrection.
There are shining stars, just with us,
But all to topple with thunder and never squash us.
The masters of message have told of this barren day,
With trumpet-blast, weeping and swooning,
Convulsions shall occur to some who weep too strongly,
Truth shall speak forever on without holding peace,
Warnings are upon us, and decisions are made from beyond.
This is the day of judgement, when it has arrived.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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