Ash Poem by K B Manchanda

Stood still on a Highway
A lonely man drags his feet
to a destination
with clouds obscured

Chilled winds,
my entity, trying to rip apart
to reach my latent soul
on seeing it happen,
with joy vultures haul.
from the corner of my watering eye

I could see they were enthralled
and mayhaps have thought
few moments more
One more game over.

Through the reefs of moonshine
percolating through clouds
I could see the smog
and a thick line of smoke
Hurriedly done last stint

to reachout to the same
What energised me?
I know not?
Basic instinct of survival

Found the ash smouldering
I guessed
A leftover of a caravan
so long ago gone
Or perhaps
an abandoned village's remains

With my numb hands I touched
the ash, still warm
I lay by its side
as if it was my bride

The warmth of the Ash
kept me alive
To continue
the voyage of my life