Poem: When Death Sits In The Room

When Death sits in the room,
It becomes very very quiet.

And the room fills
With
A warmth...
And a soft light...

There is a deep feeling
of loss,
of partings,
and a longing to follow...

There is a sad relief
that their suffering
is at last ended
and their pain
is no more.

And then
our own suffering
begins in a new way...

In the Silence
they have left behind.

In that Silence
there is also a loudness...

The loudness
of a heart
Unbeaten,
of a breath
Untaken,
of a last farewell
Unspoken...

In that sacred space
you will hear
the sound of tears,
and the silent anguish
of Lovers
Parted...

When Death sits in the room,
It becomes very very quiet.

And the room fills
with
a warmth
and a soft light...

And amidst the tears
there is
a grim smile of gratitude,
and the feeling
of a warm embrace.

--Pahka Dave (2003)