Angel of Death,
come to me here,
for sweet death,
I can feel is near,
Destroy my spirit,
burn my soul,
turn my body into coal,
and as the children laugh,
and as the children play,
let me know no fear,
for the icy fingers of death,
I can feel are near....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why! even I could feel the fear of death...near...as I read it! nice effort I say!