In The Lonely World Poem by TADASHA TRIPATHY

In the world of skeletons
with severing legs and hands
am searching for
living heads,
roaming here and there
may be i am the single human.

Till the end of my vision
sand and only sand,
neither a single drop of water
nor an expectation of shed
till the end of my vision
land and only dry land.

Alas! it was a dream
my parents are there to
keep me in between
shell of there hands
where no one can affect
neither the dancing of the deads
nor the dancing of the deads.