There isn’t a hiss,
When you come by
No Foot prints, no trail
But there is only cry.
Picking the best of the mangoes
And leaving the rest
With a laugh on your face
Holding lives at your behest
So brutal you are, and have no care
Oh! Death you are, and no one can dare
Death spares no one......
He keeps ticking and picking... we just watch each mango being picked up everytime... and remain so helpless.
Today , we have lost one of our respectable colleagues... and my condolences to his family in this great hour of grief...