Shades Of The Contemporary Relics! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Then comes the scan
The radiographic test
And the medical truth
Sensationality of news numbs it
I'm not able to go home
Nor I'm left with a hope to go ahead
The test of time isn't everything
But true. It's something deeply startling
Where I collapse
Where all like-minded lips pause
And stops the mundane movement
Through mental images
And the ideas and the statistics close up
I slide fingers through them
The bold letters, and the silent ones
Some exclamations slip amidst
That's how the roots of life work
There I feel the flip of pages.