When The Voice Dies Out Poem by lalitha iyer

It was the night of nothings
silence caved in with everything

feelings smothered by numbness
sayings ruined by repetitions

she lied in the bed of death
with passions and compassions all wreathed

her voice could no more be heard
no sound could be uttered by the lips upturned

what was youth, only a memory
what was life, only a summary of zeroes

green and dry, everything sailed by
now, no tears, no fears, no cheers

when the spellings of destiny
twisted by dictionaries

the voice chilled by death
could no longer warm the hearth.............