These Bones Healed Slowly

By Ritu Borah

Skin ! , a decayed skin fill with wounds now .

For now , these bones healed slowly .

Once was whenst , my sprout melt thy heart ,

Your heart ! , a lover’s heart leads to Kindle blush ;

Blush ! , when my dreams face lover’s touch ; 

Touch ! , my dedicated touch of melting Rose ;

Rose ! , to adore beauty forever in twin eyes ; 

Eyes ! , that behold days and nights strong ;

Strong ! , a dazzle inert living for so long ;

Long ! , till eternity smiles every ground young ; 

Young ! , till the birds sing their throstle song ; 

Song ! , the nature holds in her breathe undone ; 

Undone ! , for she hopes newness to come ; 

Come ! , what may all greet  and abundance complete ; 

Complete ! , till I pray for my bones living long ; 

Long ! , till the winter passes and warmth I hold ; 

Hold ! , for those beautiful butterflies to roam ; 

Roam ! , around the corner of my bones till I sleep ; 

Sleep ! , whosoever shall by lord’s decree die ; 

Die ! , I present thee my devotion at last ; 

Last ! , till eternity shall bloom bones with thorns ; 

Thorns ! , may the mother ( Earth ) cures till she becomes paradise.

By Ritu Borah