EXHUMING

Abacus, disks, diaries are not the things
To count, save as or jot down 
Your feelings.
False or real
Hunger, thirst, desire are to live with
And not for burial.

Gorgeous, in fact
All relations will remain ever 
Intact
When big and small
Short and tall
None belongs to none
Or (much the same)
All to all.

Let us then 
Not talk of burial or cremation
When
The trench is being dug
For I-spy and similar games
And the woods 
Are being laid
For igniting
The flames and
Celebration.

Referring to 
Para 2 above
Will it be fine?
In that that eternal equation
I be yours and
You be mine.

You just wait
And be patient
And specially after a piping hot cappuccino
By all means go
Not for burial
But for the “flow”. 

(And if that’s what caffeine does to 
You
Then you too like me
Either be a cannibal
Or 
Just have black tea).

~Glow Worm~

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