He is running or a limping walk? br How far he runs? br He is tired and stopped! br And how long he could wait? br Promises are like gas-balloons in the sky. br He straightens a rickety ladder and climbs the greasy steps carefully br To pluck the cluster grapes. br A run away rabies infected fox pulls the ladder and cries down; br 'Life is nothing but only a fistful of bitter grapes.' br br To my dear friend Jerry for his promising health and also to Max.Reif and Dennis.Joe of their lull. br br *[ It's really funny and strange, still I remember what the poor street lunatic said a long time ago after seeing my crotchety palm; 'Hey! My comrade keep your toy gun aside and you are not belongs to your motherland anymore.Your natural death will occurs in a foreign land some day.