ELUDING ENIGMA

I knew I as aiming the dart in the dark,


I knew my spirit lies bereft of a spark,


Provoked by life as it were a clark,


I lay there like a corpse still and stark,


Vanquished by life I trembled and quirked,


WIll to live and revolt, 

Ah! my spirit shirked,


An endearing grin eluded as it birked,


In a while the human figure converted to dirt,


Risen from dirt,

I transformed into a carcass,


A spark ignited fire,

flames rose high,


That was the day and all languished in a puff of air,


A spur of moment and nothing as there,


There I saw the enigma of my pious soul vehemently and
calmly eluding by,


I saw my mother’s ashes vanishing high in the sky.

-OSHEEN.