Bones Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

The edge of deep green far-off woodlands
A narrow overwhelmed mysterious river
Wearing chaplet made of wild flowers and leaves flowing
As if a painting of an artist,
Apparently natural, nothing unusual..

On the valley full of thicket
Lying human-shaped stones
And stone-like whitish bones appear
Patella, femur, ulna of a giant..
Or some giant-like huge man;

Cow-boys avoid the valley adjacent meadow;
Villagers and wayfarers too as far as possible
avoid the place...

Many believe those are bones of ‘Baka'
A famous giant who was killed by Bhima
In the epic of Mahabharata..

Some old villagers say heard from their ancestors
At moon-lit night, on the solitary valley sometimes
Two giants scuffle (Probably Baka and Bhima) .

Sometimes those bones move;
The valley filled in with rattling sound
Frightened jackals howl; Owls hoot night birds fly away
Narrow river flooded with blood...

If any one see them fighting turns into stone
It is reality If any one visits the place by day
Can see numerous stone-men lying there