Whoever knocks at my door, It means that he is coming To see me or to pay a visit to me Except death simply because It comes without any invitation... Death comes suddenly to do Its job anytime, anywhere, and Even everywhere without any need To ask permission or any invitation... No one knows when it comes To one's neighborhood Simply because most of the people Are in a hurry towards our materialistic life... It is within our reach and Even its near us anytime... If we are not ready to welcome it, then It will surprise us by its sudden coming... It is inevitable to come to us For a few seconds just to fulfill its job... We have to be ready with our deeds, Good or bad... ______________________________________________________________________
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem