The Bonfire Poem by Rajesh Gurung

A cold frail figure walks
in the snow
His heart warms to see sparks
from a bonfire down below
He nears the blaze
his heavy heart urging him on
and as he does gaze
into the gloom
his weary eyes meet silhouettes;
moving about on unknown errands
dark and lifeless
while a bent soul stands
by the fire, a dropp of fiery silver
making its way down for all to see
along a drain engraved on her
face, now whitened with misery
He retraces his steps steep
the realization sinking home
no soul will weep
when he is dead and gone