Time is fleeting.
Life is short.
Pack your bags
and be ready for death!
Death is approaching fast,
nearing every moment.
But...can I die?
When the reason of my life is still left
"Expect happiness, do not expect miser." -Dr. Aa'id Al-Qarni
"The hero is the one who goes beyond his ability to improve his skills, until he becomes able to improve, and perhaps even alter, the skills of others." -Enjoy Your Life
Wow. This was a short but really deep poem. To tell you the truth I've always wondered about death in this way.
Ermm... as for the nitpicks, nothing major that I noticed. So all in all good job. I was gong to say it would do well if there was some imagery. But I think it's best you leave it as it is. I really like how you ended the poem in a question, It left me thinking and sort of awed, if you get what I mean.
Allama Iqbal is a favourite of mine! I've read his poetry, though most of it is in Urdu or Persian. I can't read Urdu too well. But I've read some translations and have become a fan.
All the best,
~Zehra
I'm a godmother, that's a great thing to be, a godmother. She calls me god for short, that's cute, I taught her that. --Ellen DeGeneres
