This bewildering
bone
In my Not gritty mood of determination
to have a full round of walk hundred times
A circle around me, I sat on a cement platform;
Afore concrete
took possession of construction site.
Exhausted, chanced upon a Bone, Can’t predict
the
Age, still
nourished by Sun’s ebullient rays.
Methinks, it
is a child’s play to prick it
With a needle
or piercing slender
stick.
But hardened shell
like, now hints of
How in
its youthful days, it was embalmed
Of accolades
of blood
and flesh pouring in!
What caused
the congealment? Age or history
Or Time’s
merciless take, could be
all.
Human or dog’s,
it is cornered now. 
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