Death, you are a tactful player
In your plays you have no emotions
You acts as per your own will and wish
The destiny implements through you
The final plays of life a mystery
You comes as a stranger and acts
And carries your prey to unknown place
What and where we don't know
But we tells different reasons
Sure you are coming and strikes
As if to a definite drama scenes
And parting the soul from the body
And your own will every time wins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, death plays its role and we are helpless.Loved reading the poem.