Last breath
We call it death
The invisible visitor
Who ends life unto infinity.
He, the friend of life
Is always with us
But cares not
And enjoys life without breathe.
The shadow comes nearer and nearer
Life goes faster and faster
Never and ever
Think of the visitor.
He sharpens his nails
To put of the light of life
And crosses our heart
Without fear or favor.
The invisible visitor
Ends his friendship without robe
And quits our soul
Leaving behind.
Almighty the lord of life
Seize the light of light
Which always can't accept
But back with our friend.
Start the journey of eternal life
With our invisible friend
Which is not familiar me or you
After the last breath we call it death.
The invisible visitor can summon us any time in life; whether we are prepared or not, we have to respond to that call. When he takes away somebody dear, it is painful. But time can heal every wound! A nice poem giving a serious thought! Best Wishes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Literally insightful, thanks poet