Death Don'T Be Proud Poem by Mandla Prince KedamileKoti

it is the pain that abated my my soul and attenuated my vision
when a blow by blow of their departure from the terrestrial to the celestial was divulged
I was sunk in a gray depression and I could not pray
I pleaded with my Master to make plain to me of how he permitted that

tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched my soul being flagellated by the strokes of life

their absence from my canal eyes blurred my vision of the other side of time which is called eternity.
I summoned my wondering mind and dusted off my sluggish soul when I heard that there are mansions up yonder.
when I heard that there are celestial bodies prepared for the victors who endured and ran their race faithfully

my soul was encouraged to learn that the departure of saints is gain to my Master

death do not be proud for you have been conquered