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Lessen one: A patient dies

A Poem by:

Sheema Kalbasi


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Today in my morning round,

Another patient died.

Waiting so patiently for Him to arrive

I saw him leave the bed

With no color on his wings

Another angel at his side.

To the so called bridge of death

Distant vista.


Bleating cries within my sad heart.

Me and my body standing cold

the white uniform crying for cure

no light and the sound of secrets.

All the lectures, all the nursing clams.

the grace of death, pointing at the flying waves.


Bleached with sadness, I walked through the hall.

Deeply I cry, not for the first time

Although it is the first I meet Death.


The rest of the day minding every inch of my bones,

My eyes not clear, but filled with trembling fireflies

Softly we come, softly we go,

Mute path? Not too eager?

For the farewell is on our side!


Sheema Kalbasi
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