Melting Poem by POET SHUMUKH

Melting

Flames tremble like orphaned fingers.
Shumukh is searching for a chimerical chord.
Wax bleeds its last alphabet.
Onto the shadow that doesn't remember how to read.

Time exhales a slow mist.
where their light was,
a hollow in the air,
shaped like warmth.

The night closes in—
a dark mirror reflecting
the absence of sparks.

Saturday, August 22, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror
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