WE ENTER THE SCENE

Written by: Akash Yadav

We enter the scene of a room— Not through a window— There is none; Not a single gap through the wall But for a door—an opening— Just one; At an end in this closed box, There’s a jutty hanging-out With a leavened candle-stick: Lighted Candles adorn the scene— They burn with fervor And a glowing wick.. …Nothing much is seen in the corners— Which are dark— In a gloom they sit… Apart from a feeble, ailing man, There’s seen none— No other presence… Apart still, from feebler groans We hear naught To baffle the sense… One moment, This Picture swims Across and through the head— Then all that’s heard is silence: When in the next, Is sensed a dead— The air grows heavy—a little dense… All of a sudden, the flames that burn, Start to curl and wiggle about; Now, in an attempt to free themselves, They writhe in pain—try reaching out: All in no time, the remnant dies— All argument, conjecture and surmise…