THE RUNNING COFFIN I see a huge chain of boxes running along the line; in which is tumbling moment by moment all that is mine; I see tumble my days, my actions tumble; I see my friends my fans into these boxes crumble; Boxes which have gone faaaaar beyond; carry silent voices; and I hear them in silence dead; I had placed in these boxes some souls very close; into the coffins; with scents of rose; From far away, they look with raised heads, and gesture to me; I know what they are saying: with their fingers and their helpless gaze; For me is meant this deadly maze;;; This box in which I by moments fall; one day is set to claim me all. I too would not remain the passer-by; nor the watcher-by; but be a part of the the passed and the watched by. [DR J.S. ANAND] mail: anandjs55@yahoo web: drjsanand visit: amazon; createspace. justfiction. lambardt.
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