Dying embers smoky fire

Stuttering slowly to its end

Rising smoke and wavy lines

Fading gently in the chill

Millions stars spilled in sky

Some alone, some in crowd

Moon not seen nor a cloud

Lonely flight streaking through

Silent trees and silent wind

Nothing moves on the ground

In that stillness there’s a way

To reach oneself hiding deep

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar