The Unexpected Foe Poem by Rizwana Sultana

Secretly, it comes without expectation,
The great enemy - death,
And takes away the life and spirit,
Giving no chance, even to take a breath.
To every person and every individual,
Comes any time without informing,
Kills a person with such cruelty,
With so much pain and suffering.

Doesn't feel pity and mercy,
Even if he cries and screams,
Takes away the tender soul,
Leaving behind the day dreams.
Sleep is temporary death,
And death is permanent sleep,
But sleep can show sweet dreams,
While death only makes one weep.

Now, he is unaware of what is happening,
In the world and on the earth,
Neither people know where his soul is,
He doesn't have any worth.
It will definitely come,
It takes an oath,
Still all people fear from it,
And dread and loathe.

No matter how much a person is fit,
Nobody can escape from it,
Neither babies, nor children,
Neither adults, nor men.
Even the rich and the poor,
Also, the beggars and kings,
At any cost, it does appear,
And grief and sorrow, it brings.