Strain of living

The strain is of living green in a gray beard
Through a dark tunnel of staring end dead

And making a strain from it, to light music
As money lives on in mobile phones, a joke

Of wife carrying, you can ,humorously said.
In a strain you live to die ,to cease to exist.

Crows are born to essentially cease to exist.
Caws cease to exist even as crows are born.

Crows caw in the tree of temples to remind
People dead , their strains dead to a wind.

In strain , chicks are born to cease to exist
The bird cries cease to exist as light music

In air-conditioner’s silence in their homes.
Mom’s mournful cries drop dead on chicks.


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