[A poem by Mr. Samudrala Harikrishna titled ‘Cost of Dying’.]
Long long ago, there seems thrived
Term petite called Cost of “Living”!
When the poor Sun rose in the East
When the mighty Himalaya was free!
Strange and sad that No soul realised
It died an unsung anonymous death
When, by whom, why – none was aware
But the How, we all sure knew it well!
When Ruling Knights broad and benign
Caring and knowing People’s concern
Took a slew of Godly Welfare measures
The prices, lo, escaped their dogly vigil!
They Flew,swearing Never to Return
To the lofty tops of the Everest Spire
Cleverer now, People cared not to aspire
Counting every day, the Cost of “Dying”!
