The Night and our fright.
I had spent a sleepless night,
Tossing in bed with the insight!
Human life is so ephemeral,
And is also so full of trouble.
Scattered voices were soon heard,
When people should have been in bed!
What was keeping these people awake?
At middle of the night, for whose sake?
Soon the murmuring grew louder
And the news heard made us sadder!
The young man who is our secretary,
Had also taken off to enter eternity!
Hurry, curry, worry and scurry,
Are the bane of modern society.
Hurry he always did, to meet
With the doctors’ appointment!
Worry too, he must have been in,
With many problems unforeseen!
Curry is also a very likelihood,
Being of non veg brotherhood.
Did heavy smoking claim its price?
And took his soul away in a trice?
It was all the way merely digene,
When an E.C.G it should have been!
The whole colony is off-mood,
This is surely not for our good.
Miseries I believe strike us once,
Or in threes, but never ever twice!
What will be the unknown third?
The worry had made me feel tired!
Third too happened just as I feared!
Our plumber’s own brother’s suicide.
What varied ways end the human lives!
By oversight, neglect and wantonness!
