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It's a very retro town, going down the town, dressed up nice Borrow a cycle, from micheal, think twice. Okay i'm going, the crows are crowing, full of melancholy i leave the gate, who says anything about the "high" infant mortality rate, it's a festival out there, see 'em jolly. Safely travel, people and people on the gravel, everybody dressed up and girls, nauseous Women with so much vermillion, Looks like bleeding, as if hit on the head a time million Walking with their kin moving cautious. Men dressed up as if to be in the band, and children second in command Oops!! almost hit someone carrying yellow pea This is the 8o

The hawk who fought with it's reflection,      on the mirror had it's destruction. The bone on which the dog fed,        had his own gums bled. The slayer knight who was well-known,   on the battlefield died all alone. The unknown,unmourned,dismembered,                                         is remebered?

Who Is God ?? Who is Brahama? Who is Vishnu? Who is Mahesh? Who is Jesus? Who is Mohmmed? Who is Moses? Who is Zoraster? Who is Nanak? Who are they??? By Divine Revelation it comes to ME, I'am the Supreme. I hold my destiny in my Hands and only I posses the power to change my lines, All of them Converge into me. This Universe is Mine. It's my existence. Through it I have to reach my Goal, A small period and a lot to do. For me the world was Created And so will it Fade with Me

Who Am I??? I often think about myself Who am I?? What is this set of Bones & Flesh doing in this Rat Race? Will I ever be able to emerge out of it? Will my soul remain entwined in these worldly affairs? I was born in this land So will I perish into it. Birth & Death are 'Peaceful' the transition is a 'Pain'. No idea of the time before Neither of the time after. Will my kith Condole my Impure Soul? What will I gain through all that I have enmassed Will I be able to pursue my Ultimate Goal-"Moksha"? I WONDER???

I walk down the road, Ants start to scuttle on the street, Birds start chattering and flying in load, The road is still damp from yesterday's rain beat. The sky is still damp from yesterday's rain beat, The rain is mellow, It is going to rain, how did these ants and birds know? Was it divine premonition? Why are they they chirping so loudly and why is their flight accelerated? The ants' colonies have faced demolition. But do these birds' fear their nest's takover bid? To ration some quid? I just gawk, Because I cannot understand bird talk. Their chirping resounds in my ear, Their cry shrills the atmosphere. The rain has become