When I Met My Death Angel

With no proper employment, I was a man of thirty 

Works in a mall for living 

Spends time with cigars and alcohols , a depressed journey 

Only good thing Is I write poems for my soul's reviving 

With no family and friends, always in isolation 

Living a hopeless life 

Thinking of good life in imagination 

With loyal friends, cute children and a sweet wife 

One day I saw a skeletal figure with black cloak 

With a scythe in his hand 

dogs were barking in a sense of provoke 

He came to me and took me to another land. 

Through the gateway of different realm

Where spirits reside 

In a mystical ship of skeletal helm

In a bridge of life's thread, death angel being my guide.