It walks the walk we walk
Talk the talk we talk
Every day and everywhere
Not shameful and silently talking with us,
Faked Smile every corner of the world
While numbering our days
Like hours in a day
In our dreams it beckon
When there is life in us
Smite by sigh of shudder
It waits for cadaver like vulture
Its fights people
Make enemies friends, friends enemies
That death! Our companion
Death is like a game
You win or you loose, you live or you die
Death is still your companion
true, death is as much a part of life as life is a part of death and it comes to us all, to some more gracefully as others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is a mask we are doomed to wear from birth... Nice work, thanks for sharing...