The Other Side Poem by Rakesh Pandey

It was bright!







I had landed into an instance

Of some fourth dimension, it seemed.



They greeted with greased palms

To which I abysmally acknowledged.

With no rags to wrap the bones;

‘twas difficult to accept-

Has my medicine really advanced?



Though,

No means to plough for a grain,

I was served in grandeur.



No clue, what was said,

In the tone so sober;

I had longed to see suffering.



But, I learnt it was on my side.

Lurching upon that tapestry-

Of Gunthertuch.