Correspondence Address:
Divyani Garg
Department of Neurology, Neo Hospital, Noida, Uttar Pradesh
India

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There is no silence in the world

As profound as the silence

That follows defeat.

A defeat that occurs often

Despite a cacophony of chest thrusts, oxygen, adrenaline

Attempting to retain life.

But death- it lies alone, pale, unbelievably still

Wreathed in tubes, wires, exhaustion

Quiet amidst the ruins

Of a collective failure to revive.

These days-

This silence is missing, it has gone rogue

It does not think to stay

To give us a moment

To say a goodbye, a fare-thee-well,

A please-wait-for-me-on-the-other-side

to the dearest departed

There is only endless noise

Vivid jagged noise

Crackling amidst the embers

Rising up howling like flames

Clawing its way in instantly

At the precise moment of departure

Demanding that bed, that ventilator, that oxygen.

What is grief?

It is a deep long internal silence

It is a lonesome cold star

Twinkling at its own frequency

In a vast black sky.

Where is that grief?

These days-

Grief is a strange new infernal noise

Which roars and clangs

And like wildfire, it swirls everywhere.

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