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Roots
Proud man.... rest awhile
Think of your roots,your seed,your growth
The core from which you grew
Was it so insignificant ?? which you don't recollect !
You have grown branches,leaves,pretty flowers
Razor blade cutting through skin,flesh,nerves
Pain,intense pain,the sudden jolt, car crash
Steering wheel crunching through chest
Crumbling like an empty shoe box
Love of speed .... air whistling in the ears
50 kmph to 100 kmph in ten secs flat
Did the seat belt break off ?? did the brakes fail ??
From where did the razor blade come from ??
Slashing through the wrist , ignoring the wristwatch
Diamond pendant on necklace lost its shine !
People enjoying the weekend freaking out at discos
Chilled hard drinks,spicy tid-bits on toothpicks
Numbed tongues ,foggy thoughts,freedom of speech
Top twenty pop numbers dished out by stylish DJ
Booming..clanging... screaming bodies swinging
Who is she in the car ? crushed,broken,slashed !
Half-conscious .. wavering between life and death
Thinking at last of her roots and her core
The idea just wafted in "Don't label me a bore!"
Delve deep into the core.. you're bound to find
A glittering gem------ only one of its kind
Look for it !! wipe it clean of the grime of time
Polish with wisdom,truth,humility,the gem will brightly shine
The shine will grow dull if you don't have sympathy
But be sure the gem is yours and yours only and must die "What a pity!"
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
A Bishu Sharing
"...wipe it clean of the grime of time..." wondrous line. Thoughts on dying as painfilled and as horrid as it is unavoidable. Great lines!