Skeleton
In an unnamed grave,
a few centuries after death,
when they dig out my skeleton -
from the pelvis and the skull
they can determine my gender,
from the reedy ribcage
they can conclude how weak I was.
May be they can even tell
how I died and at what age,
but will they ever figure out
that a desire flowed in my veins
and I died dreaming of a poem,
I could never write.
Debasis Tripathy works for an IT Company in Bangalore. He also writes - poems and short fiction. His recent work has been featured in Squawk Back, Collidescope, Turnpike, Adelaide Magazine, Kitaab, Punch Magazine & elsewhere. Occasionally, he tweets at @d_basis.