Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Euthanasia

Winter chimed early in the night.
The candle shivered, scared of the dark.

Its terrorized shadow wheezed
and waltzed in shortened steps.

Melting wax, now hot
overflowed, now cold
clung to the rusty old cot
in gasps of disbelief.

The wick, bent against time in shame
looked at the shallow depth of wax beneath
and sputtered in a reverie of helplessness.

A hand, a whiff, a blow…

The night claimed its prize.
The smoke, though, pervaded
with pride.

Outside, the first dew drop
streamed down the blade of grass
and smiled.

3 comments:

Gayathri said...

superb Dinesh! I let out a sigh after reading this. Hmm... your mind is overloaded these days i guess! btw, im sending you contact number by email. for ol times sake, keep in touch!

Anonymous said...

"Outside, the first dew drop
streamed down the blade of grass
and smiled."

B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.

a fearful coward like me cant even pronounce ethunasia without trembling...

smokecanopy said...

you aren't afraid of death. Then why fear euthanasia???