The Visitor. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Death I know you are so familiar
In occasions of your visit
And taking the life of people
Returning to your place with a soul
Death I knew your better tricks
You are remorseless, unkindful
Strikes below the belly to kill
The real pain sufferers cries loud
But death you are a little cruel
But still death you are under command
And the journeys are in obedience
That I know death it is not your will
You are asked to obey but not question.