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(60) Life is like pop-up in computers.

There the bold brating on secular matters
just as the croaking of frogs on puddles of waters,
Here, the chanting of sacred verses,
yet, in various channels continues chaos.

The small room of a hospital ward,
the wriggling mother’s labour with her wail and nod,
the nurses humming , saunter about in steps bold,
coughs and cures amidst chartered duties on blackboard,

On the roadside preamble the coffin of flowered petals,
the agony writ on the aged and afflicted ones,
the name of Death plays cool, many a one shakes,
ye t it stands steadfast till its commission is done;

The dancing butterfly doubles on, doubles,
the aura of ambergris on the far off temples,
the devotees craving the deities and Gods
with saffron and camphor in flowered baskets,

The prayers and the preyed upon go on,
in this designed land of creation and destruction.