Death enters through back door
Distinguishes no rich or poor
Even if you bolt from inside
It may enter from areas wide
So the death guest comes uninvited
It is in no way close associate or related
It has fixed the target and listed above
The soul is silently taken and drove
We expect elders to depart early
But young ones are picked easily
Either through accident or illness
Death has many cruel faces
We are fed to believe
That death may relieve
The pain of this horrible life
But the life itself is hell and like knife
To live life successfully
Means you have lived purposefully
Done all charitable causes
And now time has come to pause
Respect dead and pay homage
They have departed because of an age
Everybody will have to go
No one may be spared or forgo
It is not easy to only pray
Death may have its own sway
It will keep you guessing
Suddenly you find someone is missing
Believe it or not for simple reason
At one moment you find life of a person
Very next moment he is no more
Respect any kind of death therefore
esoteric Sumit Datta19 minutes ago A poem with a deep meaning.... Comment +1 nice
Death enters through back door Distinguishes no rich or poor
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I would like to translate this poem
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