By Younis Kaloo
You call it your ‘Crown’
But, where are its jewels?
Resting in peace in graves
Writhing in pain in hospital beds
Drowned in darkness with hands doing their eyes
Paralyzed for years in adult diapers
What good is the body without a beating heart?
The jewels are the beating hearts for the ‘Crown’. Or
Each one a crown in its own right
(Younis Kaloo is a Convergent Journalism Post Graduate from CUK)
