The fire crackles as it feasts on his flesh <br />burning all layers of skin <br />soon it will crunch the bones ablaze <br />gobble up the soul within! <br /> <br />When alive his mind was a mess <br />dreams only fulfilled his wish <br />now in the searing hot furnace <br />finds peace in disintegrated piece! <br /> <br />Thirty minutes in this solitary chamber <br />and he will come out to lie in an urn <br />from dust to dust each part dismembered <br />to be beyond all care and concern! <br /> <br />Soon his ashes will kiss the riverbed <br />for him is marked no other fate <br />will live the words vented his head <br />the man the thinker the poet?<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thirty-minutes-2/
