Ending with the Endless
Poetry
The harsh truth and the pain coming with death
are beyond words to express.
I have witnessed my grandfather give out his last breath
while I sat near his feet.
Yet the distance between us was insurmountable:
I called his name repeatedly.
For the first time in my life, he did not answer.
His soul had left his body
and he had gone to the world of eternal silence for me.
My grandfather had passed decades back
but the pain hits like he left a minute back
and with more loved ones in passing
waves of sorrow hit my sands
with clouds of grief covering the sun.
Here is the thing, I know for sure,
the love will stay with me in my soul
with or without me in this world
for the souls are always in passing.
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Tulip Chowdhury writes from Massachusetts, USA.