Death is there at the door of my loved one,

In facade.

It knocked in a gentle pace.

And the door was opened carefully

as it would to a visitor.


Death has entered the house of my

loved one,

And has brought about a cause,

A loss,

A morn,

A torn in the flesh like that of the

piercing of a sword.


Someone is dead again,

Leaving me with springs of gushing


My emotions are seen in form of

salty water,

My eyes are pouring like rainfall.


Oh death , how cruel you are!

Mankind's greatest enemy.

I hope to see a time when you will be

a last scene,

And nowhere will you be seen.

Yes, I believe,

 It's real.