By Arti Rai
I’m burried under the soil now
resting in peace ,
rains have shed flood of tears ,
drops seeped onto my breathless body ,
I thought nature cried .
A headstone showing human words
would console my lying
layers of earth I would heap over
my brutal bones getting brawn .
In the years to come I would be
‘an eaten up’ , ‘a decomposed’
worms would flourish over my flesh
and give birth to their dynasties.
Soon, my sons and daughters would
learn to live ,time would wipe their tears.
I’m rotting away slowly , I have just learnt .
It would take time to realize the world alive
for me yesterday is a world now
with all the doors closed .
I’m an outlaw thrown away by crual kicks
of a butcher, a brute called DEATH .
I sigh out from my deep deep grave.
Arti Rai is a poet from India.