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
