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Your arguments seemed to me great irritation,
Like cold water poured on body in winter season;
I adjusted with you though it was not easy,
You had been my friend for long; still sneaky;
Your philosophies I gradually detested,
Though your concepts seemed tradition-tested;
Your well-thought about lectures appeared to be,
Exercises prepared to silently and constantly woe me;
I was not much convinced of your ancient thoughts,
Though didn’t find, anyone else, thoughts with plots;
I knew you wanted to say something great,
It seemed as though words got struck in your throat;
You were, indeed, good-nature man, although,
I do not know why I could not feel it so;
Well, it’s then when you bid me good-bye,
Went away from my sight to somewhere high;
(High they said, but I found you going low,
Under the earth as if hiding from some sorrow);
And your coffin closed before we buried you in,
I knew the tight mud will hide your entire grin;
None will discuss with you any philosophy there,
Nor will be drawn by your divine theology, pure;
Yet your constant irritations live in me alive, 
Like termites are on a destruction drive;
Come back, if you can, let’s discuss philosophy,
You might know, within mud, life is an agony…

06 December 2021

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