Death No More Poem by Shruti Goswami

In the greater silence of the Death Valley,
Life was just a beam touch away.
As the sun rays poured in;
Ignorant of the screeches and cries
Of the vultures hovering above,
To germinate a little seed of life.
A lonely bird did dare to sing,
The praise of the almighty;
Only to be silenced by the cacophony
Of the floating leaves around;
And then, there was no sound.
Many a death day later;
A fighter, with two little green leaves,
Full of life;
Gave birth to a new hope;
Amidst the now no longer
Valley of Dead.