‘ But, it interests me more…’
–said the little red organ .
‘Maybe, but it can’t fetch you money .’
–said the complex folded structure .
” Is life all about money ?
Why do you take all decisions alone?
Am I here only to pump blood ? ”
” I have abilities to think and analyze .
Haven’t you heard — The Boss is always right…? ”
“At least give it a thought… Wait…Don’t ignore me…Hello ! Are you there….?? ”
Four decades passed. The conversation began again…
“Hey… You plump little creature..!
Help me..! Are you alive ??
No memories flash before me..
I can just see lots of wealth around.
Is there any solution to it?
Life is what I am unable to recall…”
” You can’t recall as you never lived it.
You’ve taught me to stay quiet.
How can I render you solutions ?
It would be very dumb of you to talk now,
About life and it’s thuds ;
When both of us are on the verge of merging
Into the mud . ”