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THE MIRAGE [Written in August, 1994. Published in "The Times of India": Year-1994, Bangalore, India] |
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The candle burnt with all its might 'Mid the dark and windy night It had to burn more furiously than before As it grew older and more sinister. Two moths, mother and child both Lay huddled in the wide crack of a drawer, Shivering in the biting cold and scared Mother and infant cuddled together. The little one saw the candle warm and bright Burning in the middle of the night O, would it not be pleasant to be near The crackling flame, so warm and bright! "O Mother dear! O hear me so! See that candle glowing low? How warm and pleasant 'twould be to go And flutter by the flame so low!" "O no my child, no, no! Never near the flame must you go. For remember my dearest, listen well Death beside that flame does dwell. Your pretty wings and furry body Will that wretched flame burn and destroy." Sad though it was and angry too Decided the little one, to fly to the flame Without further ado. The mother slept soon and then Went she to the flame To put some warmth into her frame But alas! -- She fluttered ever so near, And the bright, yellow flame had no pity on her Altho' she screamed and shouted aloud No one was there to hear her Above the roaring winds outside And after a last pitiful yell She succumbed to her mirage... Zeenat N
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THE MIRAGE [Written in August, 1994. Published in "The Times of India": Year-1994 ] |
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