How foolish i was
not wanting to look
death striaght in the eye
for the fear to die
came to my mind
Everytime i got a chance
to take a long glance
at death's eye
i never took-
Death always coaxing
me with the pleasent voice
trying to make his choice
of me to look in the eye
and to take this life
of mine
Finally choose to take
that chance
a decision i make
to take a longer glance
seeing now that i missed
wanting now more than ever
to look at death in the eye
is what i wish
So no more fear
will remain in here
Atlast Death and i
are in the same page
found eachother in this age
last thing to be seen
was a white light coming upon me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem