Remains Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Charred remains of a
nothing day were showered
by the fan above
which rotated with a
montonous consistence.

It was as if it was
continual and perennial.
Dusk diffused the spirit,
which couldn't liven up the body
drowned in cesspools of despair.

The switch smiled at me
as if asking me to go
and let go it off from the
clutches of electricity.
I knew I too will be spared.

Charred remains crunched
the being and I was static.
The urge was there to scamper
off from the memories of
the nothing day, but to no avail.

I just slumped in my chair
with not even a whimper
and as the new day dawned
I was charred beyond redemption
and the fan stopped rotation.