Death, you acts in ruthlessness
Takes the souls as your own
Without a concern of dear and near
Whose cries you neglect all times.
Death you are the wisest ones
The unexpected visitor acts on your own
You have no face, expressions of sorrow
Or happiness, emotions you carry.
Only acts on the judgement and will
Which can't be erased in your own wishes
There your spirit follows everywhere
The closed doors with granite like doors
Nothing makes your ways as obstacles
Nothing makes you hurry so fast
All have your own ways and actions
The judgement you executes with perfection.
Hearing the voices of sadness of beloved
Hearing the voices of little children
A difficult execution warrant you implements
Still you makes your own acts in time.
You can't extend the time limit one day
You can't reduce the schedule of longevity
You can't makes excuses on your own
All are destined to implement through you
Death you are neither winner or loser.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, all are destined to implement through death Death seems to be cruel hearted It can't make excuses...........10