Fear of Death
I am confined in the cauldron of smoke
Coming out of perpetual inferno
That is blazing with fury and angst.
The ugly inferno gapes at me
With violent rage to swallow my soul.
No way to escape from its rigid clasp
Guilt’s ugly face has chilled my footsteps
I am destined to face God’s wrath
No body will bemoan for my melancholic death.
I hear, death knocks at my door,
But I am not ready to face
That mighty and inevitable power
I know, I have to take this path
And will be swept away leaf like in the flow
None can rebuff its irrevocable command
Even if you are not ready for eternal journey.
My thoughts of death floats like string of kite
In the vast and infinite blue sky
I am a confirm sinner, and
God’s mercy is my only hope of redemption.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem