Obsession

Under the canopy of

Darkened serenity

In her dismal den

Lies she, munching life

To the core

And grunting the pain inward,

Oozing drop by drop

Into the jar

Obsessed with the gluttony

Of the clan.

Frailty presses her hard

From underneath her

But she strives to hold firm

Until the last drop;

The obsession under her

Grows and sprawls around

Like a savage wilderness

Over the wall and the window

That curtains the sun

From her world;

A small portion of life

Vibrates hard from deep down

Reminding her: she flowed once

But now she only oozes.

Durga Gautam