Language Of Skeleton Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

With some of my friends visit the Concubine Mountain
A river flowing under the indigo velley
We encamped by the side of that river
Noticed waves of the river some how incongruous
As if courtesan beckoning for copulation....

We all gone mad
Jumped into the current...

The lightning speed playing with us for some time
Then threw us out of the flow;

On the shore we stood under the dim sun
Looked at each other
We looked uniform!

Imperceptibly all of us translated into a language of skeleton.