Epigraph:

Life is a wonderful waterfall
If no stone is slung
to manacles its smooth flow!


My granny
carries her basket
Brimming with
big bloated balloons
To the other side of the street
Scuttling through
the screeching-scare
She knows calmness and
choice of deeds
is what is required
To reach there intact!
Yesterday in the young sun
One currency
From her pocket
Fell on her shoes
In this process and she,
with no heed to that,
moved on,
For she'd gone through,
TAKING SELFIES IS NOT WRONG,
IT IS THE CHOSEN PLACES
THAT MAKE THEM SO DANGEROUS!
Looking at such a pic
Of Dulhan, skilled in craft,
Obliged me
To deliver a short sermon
About this seeping disease!

Obsession for selfies,
On the edge of a parapet,
Holding a pole
like a dangling electrician,
Running, like a spiderman or Krish,
With the speeding train,
Stumbling on the sloping slabs
In the boiling sea,
Is being pigeon
To close the eyes before a cat!
High time to come to senses
Not to go up the top floor
To jump for amusement!
Life is not an iron brick
It is the skin of a paper!