A candle

My aeons are ceasing,                                    each and every second I am enlarging the bygone……..

My heart is still cadencing like the  flame of an extinguishing candle which is slowly making itself proceed towards death…..

Emaciated of the swartness, I light the candle, which previously he used to lit everyday with his own hands….

But today, due to the absence of his hands the candle splutters even in the steady stillness, as I sit by the table straining hard to obviate it…….