The boy who may have deserved

 I was a boy, smeared with mud that ran over my body

I played and I danced; I gleefully laughed enough

Oh! He's happy, my friends, as they said

Supposedly, be a truth, must it? From the assumptions they had made

Shall there be no clue of bruises and cuts,

to my heart, wrecked in pieces?

They see ‘no’ thing, in day or dawn,

So I ran down to places

They shunned me to crawl, and I gasped in silence

My eyes are falling into the solid frame of the coffin.

Help! Annie, Joshua, Bobby!

Help! Mother, Father, Granny!

Help! Brother, Aunt, my sister

God, I see nobody. Blood blister.

Child, Youth, Old

My eyes are occluding now

I shall see you around

My bones are loosening now

They may have me. Late

All my skin, be soon unearthed

But they forgot about the apology

that I may have deserved.

- Debesh Kar