Death is playing with me
And trying to overtake me
With sweet words
Death forgets I have my own
Vision of betterment of life
With spiritual dreams
Death has got its
Own economic powers
Wherein I am entangled
Myself in so many promises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death keeps luring with sweet words. One must have an independent vision and keep working toward it without caring for death. Beautifully said.