Daily an unseen strange voice threatens me.
It gazes and looks at me in a great anger.
Don't gawk at me? Go away I said.
I shouted, what is this? it looks very danger.
It follows me often to pull my soul.
But I wondered and asked it's name.
Who are you? why do you frighten me?
Why do you play this dreadful game?
Disappeared figure can't utter a word.
Day by day I am troubled in my mind.
I don't understand what to do the next.
And I tried to know it but nothing is to find.
Are you a ghost? what is your reason?
Why do you simply torture the mass?
It said, 'I only follow the order of my Lord'.
By His order one by one all would pass.
And I thanked death for it's restrained behaviour.
I thanked God so much to survive me for long.
Both have pitied on me and blessed me.
I am only warned but not done any wrong.
It left me and pulled the soul of a rich man.
He was a well known egoist who fell dead.
Death carries all rich and poor to grave yard.
Luckily I am saved and death went forward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem