CRUMBLING PAGES

CRUMBLING PAGES
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Once I had drawn
Vivid sketches on my notes,
I closed the them and kept
At the bottom of my trunk!

Now,when my paces slowed down
When my craze has burnt down
I tried to unlock my old trunk
To see the faded books there!

Pages faded yellow grey
Half gnawed by silver fish;
Crumbling pages lies there
Too tired to glance at me!

THE MARKET

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THE MARKET -------------Is our life not in a market?Are we not in a rush?Forces of marketPull us, push us, lift usAnd drop us!Are we just commoditiesto be sold out?Time has placed usOn the floor of a big market!To be sold, to be boughtJust on the price decidedby demand of the day!This great market may bethe product of human culture,Evolved by the global systemsTo sell, to buyRather than share!