i lay my bones
not into my grave
but back to ashes
from where i come
a dust i lay on the ground
i belong to earth with dirt
who could see me
or dare to remember me
i am no one today
nor will i be someone tomorrow
i am nothing…
and to nothing, i ought to belong
each day i feel the sun
some days i feel the rain
but each night i feel the cold wind
blowing through my bones
i don’t feel the chill
nor do i feel the warmth
i can see the sky
i look at them straight from the eye
the colors were never bright
i come to see them at night
when there is only darkness
when i see the earth emptiness
i am awake, as my spirit lives
i am here…i still exist
no one knew my existence
life is death itself…they don’t co-exist
as my bones and flesh within my spirit
i am my ashes… dust on the ground
(c) Suzette Portes San Jose
1/18/2017
illustrated in acrylic painting by suzette portes san jose
A beautifully rendered philosophical, elegiacal poem.
thank you dear VijayNair… it is how life is…at the end of it all, who can judge the perfect imperfection of man…
A beautiful, philosophical and penetrating recitation..:)
thank you, dear Monika Ajay Kaul…someday we will come to face either our fears or joy… mankind and humanity, no one is above the other… 🙂
A very poignant cri de coeur.
thank you Sir Louis Kasatkin… sometimes reality strikes… whoever a person come to be we are no different from each other… ashes to ashes dust to dust…