When  in  a  desolate  enlightened  evening
I  made  tea ,you looked bemused for a while
Washed  down  in  one  gulp ,as  drastic depart was going to be  there
Denial  was  in  your  eyes ,tears  were  in  my  heart
Last  waving  hand  is  still  in the air !
I drank your  left ...  
My lip  got  charred as  fire was  in your  leftover.
That day  my  black lip sang a song  of  bereavement .
Since  then i  have  endured  multiple  fire
Until the flame  of  a  pyre  came  to  my  rescue !
I saw  your  sublimation  in ,reduced to  ashes
As  flames  were leaping in the  graveyard
A fire was also  alighted  in  my  heart
My soul  engulfed all of  them  in a  glow
That  day  i  became  snow .

Dr  Pragya  SUMAN
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