We Have No Knowledge Of Whose Turn Has Come


We have no knowledge of whose turn has come
While Death roams about freely among us:
Dashing through men’s lives as His own orchard,
He plucks and strips anyone He chooses.

He crushes people, leaves them with backs bent,
And makes multitudes shed tears of lament.
He plunders estates to His heart’s content,
Routs men with all His might till Life oozes.

Before the heroes grow old and decrepit,
Death strikes and lowers them into the pit
Without any forewarning about it.
With gleaming eyes, Death enjoys His ruses.

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