Stealthy it comes in a trembling appearance to a soul
It comes without a clarion notice and ends the existence of life
It travels where ever it schedules but no one knows its direction
It meets a soul in lassitude without a regards to maltitude
It has unmerciful face and name,
It cuts the luxury of life and ruptures the relation between lovers
For it pardons no soul and remains unexcapable and unavoidable
Surely nobody knows the day of his death!
© Adam M.T