Immortal Death
Aditi Kataria
I see a desire glowing bright as an ember
in the eyes of a moth drawn to the flame.
I watch the fly burning alive.
I watch the the fire show
reaching heights I couldn't fathom.
Even after becoming a pyre,
the glimmer of night,
shimmer of fire
remained the same.
I can no longer find the moth
while the candle still burns the same
As if telling me:
All that lives, dies
while Death alone lives.
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Aditi Kataria, age 25, lives in Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. Her poems are scheduled to feature in The Wise Owl (2022). Her poems have also appeared in Ink Babies Llc. (Issue 1, 21), Blydyn Square Review (Fall, 21) and Morals (The Criterion, Vol 9, 2018).
She considers herself as open, approachable, adaptable, curious and optimistic with art, literature and culture as few of her sundry arenas of interest.