O, Dear death, I beseech you for your enamoured kiss,
Despite trysts with you often you evade my amorous gesture,
I love you from the bottom of my heart yet you pay me no heed.
Lovelorn I’m, unable to woo you as I run out of the tricks.
You’re unfair as you heartily welcome your reluctant guests,
Drowning their loved ones in an execrable vacuum,
Making them recollect them with teary-eyes and heavy hearts.
Yet, here I’m, gladly waiting for your call, for your one gentle touch,
But, I don’t seem to appeal to you as much as them.
Death is indeed a celebration for me, and you’re being cruel.
Why don’t you discern how much will I be overjoyed,
Reuniting with my loved ones whose life you’ve cut short?
Living with an ever-expanding hollow, I’m being unmindful,
As the unfathomable sorrow inside refuses to come out,
I go awry, and I’m labelled an ice-woman.
Hence, Death, don’t dawdle and spare the pristine souls.
Take me instead, and be my rescuer from this eternal anguish.
Oh no! I’m not selling my soul for I don’t want to live.
Life is boring without your genuine cheerleaders,
Especially in this world where feelings take a backseat
And, it’s cowardice to express them as you feel.