On the black blazing ‘coal-tar
A thirty pound
Rotten flesh, lies bare
It stinks..
One broken yellowish bowl
Lying beside and the blanket
Abode of so many louse
Now on the flesh
Having lunch, not so piquant
Eyes which have no fire
Squirted blood until now
And closed itself
With so many dreams and hopes,
Many vehicles have passed
How eerie with so many young boys and the lass
It is still there!
I assure it will not get its pyre
But,How benevolent our God is
Providing him fire
More than any pyre
Yes more than any pyre…..
Glossary- god means sun god here
rajdeep bhattacharya(7th may)
You have got a great command over reality, the harshness, and the hidden sweetness in it all. Keep writing.
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