ORDER! ORDER!
To be in disarray is not a new phase;
Life has been out of order,
Every now and then, one way or the other.
The past was not a perfect model;
Lest the present should not be
What it is today, being heckled and howled
For not setting trends for the future.
‘’Order! Order!’’ Every one cried yesterday and everyday,
Judges, Speakers, Teachers and all those,
Laid up with the predicament of presiding over.
The missing values were missing earlier too.
But their volumes have increased in vitriolic verve now.
There was noise in joint family homes on a jumbo jet fashion;
But the noise carried the nearness of tones, for a jamboree.
There were joyous cries united whimpers, with concern and concord.
Sentiments formed the succulence of life, squeezing the essence of
Endurance without imposition of values of any kind.
All was natural and that was perhaps felt as the core of living.
Today all is in chips and none remains a chip of the old block.
The self is the taste of the succulence, with joys and whimpers
Taking a holiday, for now, or for ever, no body knows.
Disorder is the hard disc and the soft copy of a routine,
Lacking in rhythms, vibrations and ring tones of being natural.
To be in dis array, in an artificial mode, is the worst of all modes.
This makes the difference in the cries for order between yesterday and
today.
P.Chandrasekaran.
