The Unseen

What lies on the other side
Of life
What awaits us when we cease
To be
A heaven, exquisite
Or a hell like the one

We create within us When alive

Will we open our eyes
In a dream obscure
Or shall we become a part
Of our own nightmares
Perchance it shall merely be

Just a place unseen, unvisited
Yet on the map of life.

Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems:

call me home  man who can't be named  

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