Bones and The Stories They Tell

By Ruhin Sharma

Beneath the skin, beneath the flesh

Lies a hidden story, waiting to be told

A tale of strength, a tale of pain

The secrets of bones, they contain

Each bone, a chapter in this story

A testament to life, a symbol of glory

The ribs, once a cage, now set free

Holding strong, the heart's melody

The spine, a tower of resilience

Bearing the weight, despite all resistance

A roadmap of the struggles we face

A reminder of the battles we've embraced

The skull, a vessel of endless wisdom

Holding the memories, of both joy and victim

A record of every laugh and tear

A mask that hides our deepest fear

The bones, they speak a language of their own

Whispering tales of the body they've grown

From the first cry, to the final breath

They carry on, even after death

But bones, they not only tell our story

They speak of those before us, with great glory

Each bone, a link to our ancestors' past

Their legacy, forever to last

And as we stand, upon these bones

We are reminded, of the stories unknown

Of the lives lived, and the lives lost

The lessons and struggles, they have cost

So let us not just see bones as mere structures

But as storytellers, with powerful features

For within their silent and sturdy frame

Lies the history, of our very own name.

By Ruhin Sharma