The shadows draw
the body
Beckon them to
follow
Within defined
outlines
The vessel rocks
in the ripples
The residue of
conjured up tides
Like a moonlit
dawn of time
For the wick
glows brighter
Often than the
splinter
That ignites
the first spark
Now it gasps
on the ground
Amidst the trampling
smother
As the eyes are
glued to torch
That fills the
darkened lines
Where every shadow
has a body
The last chance
the dead have
To meet those
of their type
For the survivors
often spend life
To save those
that have demised.
Delhi
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