Death comes all of a sudden like a thunder.
It comes slowly like a turtle.
It comes in accident in bloody mess.
It comes in ICU with many monitors attached.
Some commit suicide.
Some cling to life and bravely fight.
Some death are painful.
Some peaceful.
'I am going to die'the patient thinks,
as to the bottom, his health sinks.
But Satan of death only winks
and pulls him back from grave brink.
But from death no one can escape.
It would surely come at a later date.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem