Death! death! where is death?
Call death here! let me see death.
What color is death?
Is it really black?
Or white? or red? or yellow?
Or purple? Or chocolate?
My little Aaeeshanee
Crying for chocolate
Crying for icecreame
Crying for so many things
And I am unable to supply anything
And I am aging aging aging.
Death is going away from me
Death is going away from me
Let me see death here at this moment
Let death come on its own
At its sweet will to my home
I have no time to wait for death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like so many poems of Gajanan Misra this also is very important and meaningful one on death.