LO! The death angel has arrived,
my perception was beyond terrified,
my soul has never felt so deprived,
and my mind started manipulating all the life equations that i derived.
Unable to seek solace in my own bed,
Extracting from what historians veritably said,
That there is no cure for the dead.
No time left to repent over my insolent behaviour,
but i’am still able to make hushed voices abiding for some cure
oh! my master’s immortal creature i seek a moment of indulgence from you,
before my body transfigures in to a statue,
give me few moments to repay my due,
and then asunder me from my crew…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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