THE ART OF LIVING.
Who has mastered the art of living with a clean chit?
Where lies the thumb rule and who has framed it?
There are no bye laws or brochures, to throw the light.
Each one carries a handbook of their own, in hindsight.
Majority learn how to live fit, in the open ground.
Some are groomed in closed doors, crime bound
Taking cues, from the cloak- and- dagger calendar.
That makes them manipulate and warily plunder.
The truths of life, always belong to the mind and spirit,
That stand up as statues and stills, not fit for any transit.
But the statutes of life, have their lenience to leaders,
Who pamper the people,as puppets and frenzied feeders.
The glamorous gospel of practice bypassing precept,
Befits those who converge, only to let the law intercept.
Each day’s routine ends up either ritzy, or in wrecks,
Closing up as compact lids, or conflicting bottlenecks.
The roughshod road from the labor ward to the graveyard,
Raises bumps like bastards, trading tainted tales of discard.
The art of living, keeps asking for tips, at the teller
booth,
As the facts of life, falter and freeze, at the altar of
truth.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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