From my old quote book, scribbled by Hari, AG’s .. long back
“Life is nothin but a funeral procession winding towards the grave,
Its small joy the flowers of funeral wreaths”
“Dawn breaks , sorrow reappears
Addressing me in the morning light
But the cock’s shrill crow”
“There is more in life than
Coffees & cigarette’s
and sprouting MARXIAN THOUGHTS ALOUD,
Somewhere ahead there is a darker road waiting,
Another pair of jeans in the crowd…