In A Skeleton Museum

I just saw a skeleton,

A stable immovable Statue of Skeleton,

Behind a locked iron gate, beautifully decorated

With madhabi lota, or its a trivial attempt

To retain the beauty of the frame.

And the strange charmer face of the skeleton,

Won't let you overlook her,

Without seeing her for a moment.

If your glance will be able to catch

Her glimpse,

Her white attire, grey hair and walking stick

Will tell you her striking tale,

That her eyes are fixed for her loved ones,

Who left her here, in a place of tranquility

And amenities, far from this mechanic world.

But who knows except this aged skeleton,

Where does she find her peace-

In this aged skeleton museum, abandoned

By the visitors or in this mechanical world,

In the tiring face of her dear ones?