Oh death! You are welcome though cruel and also unkind
We receive you with due prestige to this spiritual and poetic land
We do decry your whims and fancies you culminated through the icy hand
Though you may assert always that you are ever and forever duty bound

We vehemently plead again and again for your reverend justice
And request you to keep away from the illogical practice
Leave the poor poets to their heart full of concurrence
They, you please be aware make the deserts and cool resorts embrace in virtual peace

Have we not put up with solace the autocratic autumns fallen leaves’ colours
And praised the spring for spreading its greenery as nature’s beauty parlours
Have we not sustained without any grudge the scorching sun’s summer powers
We at any time too not decried the chills and shrills of whale-in-winter’s prowess

Poets at all times are to be blessed with your blissful lots and lots
And you please abstain from extending your torrid games and plots