The Skeleton

description of a poor farmer

Without flesh, without fat

Looked like a starved rat

Coming across the fields alone

A bundle of two hundred and six bones

   Skeleton...Skeleton...all cried

His body completely dried

        Shade as dark as night

     At first sight our hearts’ fright

Eyes were so deep like an empty well

Coming straight from the hell

 He looked so confident

Walking slowly, his back was curved and bent

Crops salute him and bow their head

Irrigated by his sweat and blood

Burned by sun like a hot coal

Working all day and night with his mind, body and soul

Moist body wet with sweat drops

 People call him Father of crops

Everyday haunted by the same question

While crossing his border

Did I work harder?

Carrying the burden to feed all

My heart filled with emotional call

Tears came out from eyes’ corner

He smiled and said “THIS IS MY MEDAL OF HONOUR”

 

by shivalik kalsotra

Reviews

[Arsh]

Well, you write quiet inspirational stuffs that the world must taste. I like the way you write your feelings into words. May be, your name itself reflects your personality---A personality of poet. Enjoyed reading.

Ps. You know very well how to put emotions into stuffs. Liked it!

[Shivalik Kalsotra]

thank you so much for your valuable comment...

[Miss Sharon]

Powerful words here I believe. (Crops salute him and bow their head Irrigated by his sweat and blood Burned by sun like a hot coal) As I read these printed words I can't help but feel they are metaphorical. Enjoyed! ~Sharon

[Shivalik Kalsotra]

thank u so much...

[Miss Sharon]

You are always welcome! ~Sharon