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A flowing continuum 

The lowly little worm came up
From somewhere within the soil
Moving in no hurry and
Hurting all about itself from the roughs of the earth
Picking up water and succour from the same rough
Climbing up to the leaves of the grass
Which it helps to grow
Eating its spoils and
Diseasing its live leaves too..
I could hear it calling anyone
And asking what is this
Is it selfish  and cruel
Or otherwise ?
Can I go on like this in the endless chain
The ever green virgin land
Calls for the farmer’s sowing
Making it paste for buds, blooming into fruits
In the ancient ever alive trees
A flowing continuum….

Any Questions?

The punctual ones are all already there, looking at their watches
The numero uno screams- It's time, what happened to others?
Those on telephones, with people,
summoned by their secreatries' reminders
"Sorry,I have to rush, can I get back to you,please?"
Marketing, Support, Maintenance, Finance, Etc, Etc….
Castors move back and forward to the desk , legs pushed under..
Speaker flips through his slides & notes adjusting his laptop and
the projector zoom on to the screen , checking the focus & clarity,
I stare into the vast , beyond the windows' ,
Then it begins, slide after slide,
to the consternation- words and pictures,
tables and diagrams from each fall out to the floor-
alphas breaking into tiny dots
of black carbon or led- one on the other - dot on dot
rising up and up, slide after slide…. horror on faces
as speaker's words do not gush forth into sound..
And then, Poof
"Thank you for the time; That sums it all up-
Any questions?"

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