Facing Death
'O hoary Age, of fear you bear no trace,
Though dreadful Death you soon will have to face:
With weighty years ecumbered,
Your days are now numbered:
A foot of yours is almost in the grave;
How long can you the other hope to save? '
'If I was never cause for 'dread' to spread,
What cause have I Death to ever dread?
My work here is done;
My life's aim is won:
If God has further use for me above,
I'll deem it but a signal of his love'.
Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
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