The charred body of him lay in the hospital bed,
The smell of burnt flesh was in the air, stuck in my nostrils nauseating.
I could sense him slipping into a delirium, the piteous of all sights!
Out in the gloomy hallway, as I waited,
his wails ebbed amidst the dissonant hospital noise.

The love that I know isn't this savage,
that led two lives to a tragic end.
Doused in petrol, two bodies blazed, screamed and swayed,
and beholders watched in agony!
At last, like ‘alates’, wings dropped, fallen to the ground motionless!

When he had got his eyes on her,
She felt it as exhilarating and sublime!
Lost for words, the exchange of silent gazes filled their day.
The love that turned piercing the souls,
expected nothing more than enduring its bliss!

When he had whispered to her, you are the only one for me as mine,
they could not let that moment drift by, it was as sweet as a daydream!
When they had an urge to reciprocate, mere exchanges swamped them.
When they strived to belong to each other, sheer possessiveness wearied them!
Soon enough, the rip currents of social taboos caught them in and left them languished!

It was hell for him when she started to pull away.
It was terrible for her too to avoid him!
Both owed each other to the gift of love, can end up in blaming each other?
Can he stand the sight of his fond silhouette engulfed in flames,
whose rejuvenating smile he had longed till his last breath?
 
The toughened glass door opened hurriedly and I was let in,
to be by his side, the last and supreme favor to the dying!
his eyelids closed under sedation,
his chest heaving violently and gasping.
The death is near, he must be sensing it!

As I gripped his hand, his throat clogged with words which he couldn’t spit out.
In a moment, his eyes opened and gleamed in practical wisdom,
of having let his love go, than setting her on fire and to kill himself.
But a second chance in life to experience the ecstasy of love, isn't left with him anymore.
The love that I know isn't a death rattle!