Death.
It comes when you least expect it.
It comes to anyone
Could be a friend,
Could be a relative,
Could be a stranger.
Doesn’t matter who it is,
Or if you even knew them
But when it comes, when you hear about it,
It will haunt you
It will tug at your heart for ever
For those who knew them
For those who are in pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem