Death, be not proud!

Death, don’t think that you are the great.

Can you defy the suicides?

You are slave to many masters.

The king orders punishment.

Chance and accident take their toll.

Murders and war cause many deaths.

When a snake bites or a beast gulps,

Death occurs; the pest too eats up.

They all happen not at your wills.

Fate kills the youth and poor maidens.

Death, don’t boast that you are the great.

Be calm; you are slave to the God.

Of course I fear you, not the God,

For you are merciless unlike the God.

[Inspired by the poem with the same title by John Donne 1572-1631

29.10.2008