Dear death, you are so cruel,
Can't you see? Are you blind?
It was just the beginning,
Heart's young, time's not ripen,
On the way, happily walking,
Never thought and this was to happen,
Eyes got behold of colors,
Heart and soul mixed with joy,
A moment and life broken like a toy.
Had many a friends before the end,
As my life was meant to befriend.
Yet, sorry to blame it on you,
Death indeed is inevitable,
But speak to the living at least,
My art I have accomplished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem