Lack of ideas
Inner emptiness
Whom I pity
Whom I love
Or is it that
I accepted the canon
Of providence
Submission to time
A painful disease
Wounds inside
Or outside
The doctor’s greed
Or the hand of Jesus
Or the Prophet’s prayer
Curtains closing
The drama of life
Coming to an end
Last gasps
Come close every body
Dear and near
Forgive me all
As I did
In the gods hands
My soul ready
To fly to distance
Unknown to me
But the glimpse of that darkness
Infinite emptiness
Some white souls
Whirling like dervishes
Lo my soul
Like a white dove
I see fluttering
Ready to fly
But be around
Till the last time
My dead body still
Has memories of you
(On my mother’s illness)

Sadiqullah Khan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emptiness-49/