Resurrection Poem by DASHARATH NAIK
Resurrection
What if my wounds never heal
and me left to rot in the ditch?
What if my tears never go dry
and they roll down non-stop ?
What if my sweat bears mine
and me left uncared for years?
What if my bleeding never ceases
and me asked to dip deep into it?
Life is but a sink with dirty dishes
waiting like heaps of garbage
to be cleaned at convenient hour;
one can't avoid it and one exists.
©® Dasharath Naik
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