Bones

S Sriranji Aratisankar Sriranji Aratisankar
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The edge of deep green far-off woodlands A narrow overwhelmed mysterious river Wearing chaplet made of wild flowers and leaves flowing As if a painting of an artist, Apparently natural, nothing unusual.. On the valley full of thicket Lying human-shaped stones And stone-like whitish bones appear Patella, femur, ulna of a giant.. Or some giant-like huge man; Cow-boys avoid the valley adjacent meadow; Villagers and wayfarers too as far as possible avoid the place... Many believe those are bones of ‘Baka' A famous giant who was killed by Bhima In the epic of Mahabharata.. Some old villagers say heard from their ancestors At moon-lit night, on the solitary valley sometimes Two giants scuffle (Probably Baka and Bhima) . Sometimes those bones move; The valley filled in with rattling sound Frightened jackals howl; Owls hoot night birds fly away Narrow river flooded with blood... If any one see them fighting turns into stone It is reality If any one visits the place by day Can see numerous stone-men lying there

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