Pain in My Ribs

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I caught a little accident a few days ago, there is pain in my ribs now.

Can't take a turn on bed.

The best part is- no spring bird is singing in the nights

from the tree of monkey jack fruit in my garden.

No Oinitom is being echoed at distance...

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What a strange relation it was, between your fingers and my ribs.

Your Fingers used to grow like the fern on the Naga-hillside,

- used to wave with the breeze.

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I wonder if the vultures would eat up my ribs

or just plucking the meat they'd leave them on the ground.

Would you ever come to Falfali Bakori by any chance?

The wish was, you would caress my ribs with your beautiful fingers...

looking for my ribs would you join the Bedouins some day?

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Within the cage of my ribs there is another sun.

That sun, too, is stuck in his cyclical task of rising and setting, without fail.   

May be another disposable Sun, but, recycled...  

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A pain grows in my ribs. I nurture it like an expecting mother.

Till the date the pain is there in my ribs, it will keep reminding me of your fingers.

The fingers I chopped off long ago just like the fern on the hillside...