Oh Death, you are not welcome here,
Not when my dreams are bright,
And nor when love is mine to give,
I will not sleep tonight.
I see your shadow creeping near,
But you will have to wait.
I still have many things to do
That you cannot negate.
For life goes on, though I must go,
One day eventually,
But not when hands are held so tight
With prayers of love for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said! This is a wonderful poem...