War Poem by inba subramanian

After War
--



In hospital

my legs were been
carried by someone

Here...
Fix your legs
he said.

This leg was stronger
Had no blood vessels
It was different than
my leg...

When ever not needed
I could remove them

When i read
when i drink tea
when i sleep in my room

These legs will lean on the wall
watch me with fun.

In the bathroom
a different shower
I'm inside the locked bath room
my legs were out side
door mat was needed.

once a friend visited me

said with a grin..
Than my life
my death would be peculiar

If you hang
yourself in roof
your body may sway up
you will be dead
still your legs on the floor

If you die of disease
your body may be
buried or burned
when back to home
your legs would
still lean on the wall alone
spreading your memories.

yes.....
I may leave
my legs
even after i die....