Gift Of Death Poem by Ahatisham Alam

One day I was thinking of the moment,
When Death will come to me.
All my life I waited for her,
Sweetest sleep of mine.

Her face will be sweet.
She will look at me full of love.
To whom I was pining to meet,
Her wings will be light as of dove.

She will put her hand on my head,
I will sleep for eternal comfort.
Her sweet memories are with me,
I am eager for her softest touch.

Love of Death is a gift for me
I am in Her sweet company.
You can never dream Her
Because you love your life.
I will embrace her one day
This will be my strife.