Turn my pages.... br 1,2,3,4......... br you will see br the words bathing br under the shower br of strife and pain, br are motionless, br neither move, nor walk. br Bleeding me br can not sing anymore! br How can a defeated br soul rise above br and soar? br Smile and smile more. br As if the photographer br on the sea-shore br encourages to br put more smile br on my sodden lips, br so that the snap-shot br turns up good br to befit the mirth around. br **********^^^^************** br I was a revolutionary, br protested against br the oddities of life. br Now, I have opened br my fist and bleed! br In agony my cells br want to burst. br but, all melts br in vain-vanity. br This is the age of Vulture! br The Scavengers are br looking down, down br to keep watch on br the moment of vacuum.