It seemed, in the heavens, like the shooting stars,
spectacular movement of light very much like mars;
a fleeting glimpse of eternity,
and in a flash it was over taking not even a jiffy...
It was as if the fate, melody all mute,
in the very manner fate has, of providing the destitute;
with the greater quota of accidents,
for which no one can be blamed, envisioning them incidents...
Oh! What a fad it is to realize that gloom,
the world is nothing but just a dark hellish room;
man seems to be a gadget of craze,
where objects of materialism are in fact a matter of grace...
Why do people run after money ?!?!?!
not enjoying little ticks that taste like honey,
ever pulled out all the stops to give it a thought quite often?
that there are no "pockets" in a coffin...
-- G
-- G
