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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 
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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