The insect climbs its great Gaurishankar peak
Slips, tries, reaches the top of the chair plastic
Skiing down, crawls on in search of food morsel
Gets it, survives shoes, goes to muse in its cell
Write its own insect poems, think insect thoughts
Lucky one, dies of old age, well lived, or sorts
Baby fights its way down, cries victory
Struggles `gainst alien force, that`s life's story
Gets grub, job, promotions, posts and power
Builds, accumulates, kills, gives favour
Name talked about in awe, in hushed whispers
A cretin standing high amidst its peers
Crowded cretin dreams,� comes a sudden light
The great golden Self wakes with all its might
Or
Crowded cretin dreams, comes a sudden light
Crowded cretin dreams, comes a sudden light
The great golden Self wakes with a smile bright
`Hello, please wait ; Pause :
Bird song reaches heart through ears
`Hi, business jerks
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