Death does not come when you call him
However much you call, he never comes:
He comes only at his appointed hour -
Playing hide and seek, biding his time
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loved the odia as well as the english...a splendid translation....on the farce called life and death...truly matchless
one word- SPELLBOUND! ! u have an enigmatic way of illustrating the melodrama of life. we never always get what we wish for and things do occur when we do not anticipate their occurrence....
every moment we are dying, death is coming every moment. In other words we are living a new life every moment. In this sense, it is a very good poem. congratulation.
I truly loved reading this very good poem on death. If we don't live life to the fullest whenever we can death will cheat us out of it. For know one knows the exact time of his/her departure except for the Creator. I have a poem titled Haiku.1/be Happy. Enjoyed this very potent write.