Without the winter chill of death
no new life reborn with new hopes
nor seed sprout in summer’s warmth
no balance prevail in heart of the universe
Life’s calculus wants you to die
for life to grow to its fullness
soil to be gold and green
the process of renewal to go on
Greater the garbage in place of essentials
we come to accumulate in natural course
more we need ways to their quick disposal
to be rid of their deadly weight on life-force
Death and life be equally weighed in scales
and balance the key to all health and happiness
without withering and falling of leaves in autumn
there is no scope of greenery and flowering in spring.
(Yayati)
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