நெருப்பின் நிழல்

Neruppin Nizal – Oru arumaiyaana Kavithai. VaazthukkaL>

Thanks Samy

Wind only plays mischief. As though possessed, the flame dances to the tunes of the wind drawing instantly cartoons of all the objects near the candle. Letting no respite, the forceful rhythm of wind overpowers the fire and the death is mourned with a thin ray of smoke and burnt smell. There is no death for the shadow which however has no life of its own. Yet that sings the music of the life it was reflecting.

The poem makes me think beyond its contours

“Yet that sings the music of the life it was reflecting.”
Ramani, Exactly this is what I felt when I wrote the poem . Thanks

Chithra