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Bones are remains only,
But the flesh is destroyed
Now the soul is no more
But the body in bones dwells
On this earth even today.
What was the name of the person?
Is the person still alive,
The way the structure stares at us?
Where has the family gone
do not they see the member
Is still having some life in the bones?
Its empty eyes are searching,
The family left a long time back
If I happen to meet with the parents
I would say to them,
Your beloved child is still pinning for you.
How does the bone cry?
How can it share its
Own joy and sorrow with us?
My powerful father,
Give him a life back
So it can live a life again.
The people are not able to understand,
But I am the one who reads bone
And I find the grief is running in its bones,
I know the soul has come into this world again is someone else.
Leaving every belongings behind,
Losing the identity of the name
What it needs not money but the sweet life,
In which it can make its home with the next family.
GREEN SURGICALS (25-06-2008)
Pushkar Bisht
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