Shishir Gupta Poet Free verse

Wailing Tale

wailing shrieks,
of the old and sick,
yawning sores,
as they moved,
as if  cruel cuts,
bleary eyes,
which could not see,
even things by the sides,
as they moved limbs,
the molten carrion,
moved the flaky bones,
thinned blood,
no longer withstood,
it was like a fading gel,
which skin barely held,
pain,growth,exhaustion and tears,
now made their years,
only one steel rod,
running undulating through their bodies,
held them on,
it was spirit,
fed by years of experience,
and thoughts of HIS essence,
they ever wondered,
when would all this be shed,
and they would begin life anew thence.

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