Our Skeltons Poem by Chandra sekharan
Our Skeltons
Sight of my own lonely Skelton
Without skin, flesh and blood
Kept in cup board
Creates horror and turbulence in my bones
But - when
Kept with my beloved and dearest
Rubbing against her shoulder bones
Thrills my bones
Exchanging warmth of passion
Surviving several historical eras
We would only pray
That no human bombs
Would perish us or
Would smash our bones into ashes
P.M.CHANDRASEKHARAN
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