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I KNOW NOT TO KNOW


The sky said many things in its awkward colours-The spectrum ill defined-Probably Sun God  sick or what.
The potable water surfaced to say something to all the geologists “do not peep in to my mother’s womb or else you will be whirl pooled”.
The birds dared to  chirp in  the ear of a new born homo sapiens sapiens, predicting their incoming misery  in life spending their entire stay in Earth with life support systems and added expenses.
The smallest town in the country had no words to convey the fury of Nature God besides blaming the Municipality and local civic bodies.
The guardians of the Greens had hurdles in their research, quoting there wasn’t enough grants to mingle up further.
The Ganga, Yamuna, Narmada, Godavari, Sindhu and  Kaveri  who all  embedded the ancient Sanskrit Shlokas whispered in the ear of Saraswati –let us all be happy to be recited by the Pundits with their daily  outreach to livelihood “
Kindly do not surface again to see the agony of mankind”.
Some one in a TV show  shouted its late ,late and late-the IMD(Indian Metrological Department) never predicted correctly as if their prediction could have saved the generation at least on the stage to win the debate.
The Kissans are in danger- vegetable crunch….problems loading to  taste buds of the wise Babus, apprehended as if others  are not endangered.
Wow-What a  game changing musical chair we raced to see, justifying unjustified to pass on the trick to next Gen.
A thought on current scenario…

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