He used to wake up on time every morning,
He looked in the mirror, combed his hair,
He went to the office, laughed,
And went to sleep tired at night.
People used to say:
"Mashallah! He is a very settled man."
But the truth was that
He had died many years ago.
Neither was there any prayer left in his heart,
Nor shame in his eyes,
Nor truth on his tongue,
Nor any question at the right time.
He laughed,
But the heart did not laugh.
He spoke,
But the conscience was silent.
One day he went to a funeral.
People were crying,
Someone was saying:
"What a pious man he was!"
Suddenly he felt
This sentence could be said for him too
And no difference would be felt.
He trembled.
He realized
That the real death does not come in the grave,
The real death comes
From the sleeping of the conscience.
And the strangest thing?
People see living corpses
But bury only the dead.