The secluded grave where I was buried
Alive, has now a majestic Gulmohar tree
Standing tall and strong, spreading
It’s lean long branches, encompassing
Engulfing, everything falling in its way.
It’s roots penetrating the very core of
Mother Earth, keeping me warm inside
Her womb, it will bear fruits for thousands
Of years, after you and me will be gone
Silk cloth that was shoved into my mouth,
To silence my voice has now millions of
Listeners, on its humble branches migratory
Birds from south chirp and listen to the
Softer heartbeats from beneath the ground,
In its formidable bark dwells a civilization
Of insects of various kinds, nests of birds
Where new lives are germinating from
Yellowish shells, eager to spread my voice
In all directions, maggots have done a
Perfect job by nibbling away the sinful flesh
Peeling it from the frightening skeleton,
Horrifying the scavengers and the species
of one particular mankind, through me
tall elephant grass is making its way like
a bushfire enflaming, an entire row of houses
In the town where dwell women of my kind,
Silenced, chained buried in the very walls
Decorated with nude portraits of victorian
Virgins, for mine and their voices, will echo
Forever in the hollow misty damp air
Sister nature will take its own course
Merging together with us, for we will
Resurrect and rise from our nameless
Graves in times to come, for we are not
Dead but patiently waiting for our turn.
11 thoughts on “Buried Alive”
Your writing is so deep. I love it
Thanks, Shantanu for your kind words. I am glad you like it.
hello, tanya! how have you been, lately?
Hi, I am doing very fine. Thanks 🙂
what are you upto today?
I am doing fine
You tell me this like every time i ask you that! Will you ever share with me, what you’re actually feeling?
Well I am very fine and happy in my life. If I’ve to share anything, I’ve my husband by my side. But I appreciate you’re concern.
Wishing you the best!
Thanks alot, I wish you the best as well.