Death
comes face to face
with you
you, who demands that
all these crazy people
must die
you, who shouts that
all these terrorists must
go to hell
you, who claims that this
world is overpopulated
and hence
birth must cease
even for the meantime
now you are here
face to face with death
and he is asking you
to take his hand....
let it start with you,
he says.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem