Death can come in many shapes and sizes.
It can come slowly or rather abruptly,
Gracefully or painfully.
Death is like a game of Russian roulette.
You never know when your number is going to come up.
It can sneak up on anyone at anytime,
And bite like a caged snake.
It's unpredictable and can come knocking when least expected.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem