The Choice- The story of Calcium Phosphate
I am calcium phosphate, grayish in color and coarse to touch; 16 hours before, I was fair in color and soft to feel Strewn over river Ganges, my pulverized self floats up and down, 16 hours before, I was floating up and down too My newborn grandchild, with deep blue eyes and apple cheeks, Cradled in my arms, as I floated with joy, up and down. I am calcium phosphate, and I weigh around 6 pounds now, My name and identity have changed as I hear them calling me 'ashes' and ‘remains’ They say it took me 2.5 hours to convert, and my 65 years of the story ended forever. Today a handful of me lies in a container; Yesterday, I could gather life in my arms and have rendezvous with dreams of all kinds. I look back now... distantly, I realize, That the journey from ' abundance ' to ' remains' is shorter than we think That the journey from ' someone ' to ' no-one' is far too fleeting than we think, And yet we ride all our life, cogitating