Death crept in like a thief
A home of joy turned into grief
In seconds, warm breast turned cold
The loved breathed last, his wish remained untold.
With the autumn trees lose leaves
Until a sprout the spring gives
Morning sun rays hide the dew
Nature recycles to the perfect new.
From the dust you came
Into the dust you go
The eternal peace and the perfect life
May the heaven bestow.
(From our heart to the bereaved Yogi family)