Death-Cold Silence Poem by Dr. Madan Gandhi

Until you accept invitation to dying
your trees will not green
nor your flowers blossom
nor the fruit over the branch ripen

Dying increases your zest for living
adds fun, revelry and song
all good things to make life livable
teaches you how precious it’s be alive

Rejoice at the small little happenings
this house of love you carry wherever you go
your one false move can spell the cosmic doom
therefore keep vigil whether asleep or awake

In this frosty night
I toil hard to make a bridge over the abyss
but tightening all around me is a thick shroud
of death-cold silence.
(Yayati)