I have been waiting for you since very long
But you neither take care of me nor listen to me at all!
Why you so reluctant to come, my dear death?
Or do you have your own convenient time?
Answer me, but when you come to my door,
You can take only my life. That's all;
Because my body is booked for someone,
And my soul is booked by someone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem