a poem by Umamaheswari Anandane, India

Alas! Below the sand, she was found
With fleshes of sand build up around
Arms and thighs ready to break
"Don’t move it for goodness sake"

These words are said by an Egyptian
For all mummies he was a great fan
His father is an archaeologist
Who made him study through his fist

He used to curse him for all he did
After he was then a little kid
Nothing made him sincere in his work
But he goes to play with a sudden jerk

Once he was asked to come with his father
To visit the place of treasure together
He was struck by the sight of mummies
And a hunger of study hit up his tummy

Then every night without his father’s knowledge he goes to that place
And started gathering information about the lost race
Now, he was thirty and his search still goes on
And the history was developing for which he was born.

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