a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Everything is such discovery

Just when we are turning back ,we see
Something worth going forward to see
And now everything is such discovery.

Wow , we see under a magnificent tree
A woman who has the corpse of a man
In her lap, in  conversation with death.

Now we turn back and see our old sky
Gathering properties of rain and shine
A mustard in every house for its dead.

We turn back and see a buffalo parked
Before everyone’s house in our village
But everything is not such a discovery.

(In Hindu pantheon, Yama the Lord of Death arrives  on  a buffalo which is  his vehicle, to take a life when its time comes)


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