Death comes as a stranger
Then hugs as a friend
Or well wisher to ease out the woes
From struggles of life
From the conflicts of worldly life
Death makes a wishful farewell
All near and the dear once
The time is limited,
The troubles are ended
It is death's own wish
To give an escape route to soul
That depends upon the natural will
The destiny and all mixed feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem