(49) The burial ground

(49) The burial ground
The secluded burial ground shakes, quivers like
an epileptic patient, mourns not for the heaps of
dead ,buried, but for the mass murders and mutilated
bodies, lumps of flesh stitched after post mortem:
“ can I hold, can I bear these lifeless
Samples of their last journey?
Can I bear this eyesore and unbearable sight?
The burial ground weeps not only for those who
closed their eyes and dump but also for those who
have been stripped and scanned and seduced by coercion.

The bones rise up in a bold step
to protest against the maltreatment,
the burial ground hitherto patient,
now bursts into untold outbursts
of skirmishes and threats,
“ I am overpowered and over swelled,
in due course I will be underground!”