Re-Crucifixion Poem by RAJESH.C BOSE

Cancerous is the growth
Said the doctors both
They wish it to be removed
As if they were really moved.

My kith and kin are alarmed
But to me, it is least concerned.
For I know the growth was growing
Though invisible, it got going.

Not all growths are cancerous
But this one is really rebellious
Said my neighbors in limbo
But least scared is my tempo.

For I have waited patiently
For this perfection silently
Explanations fall flat
To the society that is gnat.

Everyone wants it to be cut
For it is infectious, they said
Every growth is malign, inner or outer
However benign to the benefactor.

Barely do I understand
Sympathy turns threats stand
Sounds of digging fall across
Digging out the womb of history
For the Cross! For me!
For this deadly sin gross.


I have two choices left! confused!
Either i have to get this removed
Or lie on the cross improved.


At last I have decided to get along
Or I will be isolated among them
Because
History is the history of such removals!