Poem of the Day-2: 'The Time to Die' by Professor Cheriyan Jacob

When the twilight tempering the shadows
Soften the night's approach
And the clouds I have admired often
Are silvered at the edges,
The leaves' murmur dying away
In the soul's infinite distance
Like the reverberations of my hopes,
When the leaves are hushed and the ocean
Sends its melodious requiem to the sky
And the copse sounds not with the wren's chirp
Or the woodpecker's whistle
When there is only the call of the blackbird to its mate
That is the time for me to die,
To pass into the primeval silence
When silence wraps the world around,
And not when a noisy parliament is in session
And politicians sling the mud at democracy.
(From the Library Week Souvenir of CECRI Club)