I Will Chuckle At Thee Poem by Moahammad Maleki

Oh, DEATH
I warn thee
that I am equiped with armor of valor before thy snares
And when the moment of departure arrives from routes of salvation
I shall chuckle at the memory of life dawdled for nothing

and to all those who cleave to this provisional world,
Let me caution them all:
That thou shall not be refuged in a safe realm to dodge my quips

I shall hug thee in my broadened arms
Hey DEATH
While singing the songs of joviality
for the honor of the days I lived

In vain