Death

By the bedside of bereavement
the mourning stand, stand-alone
like the far-away lights on alien lands
he- the one death bereaved and she-
the one soul-scattered to be the air
that would, now on, caress his hair
And abandoned, for both, in the space in between
giant grief that sounds like what you would
call a hollow moan or a broken bone or a pain overgrown.

-@Punyasloka,2016