Not yet, she did not show up, didn't rhyme playing her headline acts on the face of earth. Donned in the body born on Earth a new soul is the flesh and bone part of it or its Earth's own? She didn't take it with a pinch of salt, came with her own.
Clustering 360 degrees around it Earth draws closer Holy smoke, eyes are on the pristine mirror of herself! The sun raises the candle in east to the west but it won’t expose, a name is treasured in the chest!
Playing chiaroscuro beyond the rainbow’s end the Earth with her painting in light and dark let alone connecting the dots it couldn't bag her footprint even at her death.
A millennium and half passed masses still wish finding her grave wasn't like painting the wind. Not a firefly nor a butterfly in Medina knows it where yet a name generation after generation is a buzz! Sayeedatun Nessa, the feminine Queen in Paradise, Fathima shifted the feminine mystique from Earth enwrapped back into heaven veiled and intact the wonder is now paradise’s gold dust!
There was misery and agony all around, Everyone was crying the blues with hands clasped, With body trembling, heart palpitating. Everyone was trying to engulf the grieve of the loss, Of the total loss of a loved one.
His spirit is going to meet the deity, He is going to heaven leaving this mortal bulk and The thirst of abundance of wealth. But he is leaving all the unforgettable relationships, leaving all the immortal memories, going to last till demise, with all of us alone.
But why to cry, when a loved one is going To meet the enormous supernatural being? When his spirit is going to meet the almighty, When he is leaving all these venial desires, all these Mortal thoughts, leaving this ill world.
Whether to cry our eyes out or to be full of the joys of springs? Whether to grieve or to rejoice on this event Of bonding among the spirit and the almighty? Whether to follow footprints or to make one?
gliding and sliding between two sheets of slippery translucent paper no friction, no traction, no adhesions no trace or footprint closing behind you as you pass you can live a whole life striving and trying but it's as if you were never there