Step 1
Pick up a stone
Aim well at the hen
Now the egg lies alone
As the bird flies away in pain

Step 2
Pick up the egg
Put it in your handbag
Let the chick-less hen beg
Let the childless mother nag

Step 3
In the frying pan
Heat the oil a little late
Sprinkle some salt if you can
Crack the egg and fry the omelet

Step 4
Serve the delicious omelet
With some green chili sauce
On a pretty looking glass plate
As another mother awaits a child loss.

The war is over
Bodies lie dead
Vultures hover
Soulless, naked

The sun is a little too bare to handle
For there is shame everywhere
And though the moon holds the candle
Nights just don’t care

Not a soul is in pain
For there is pain nowhere
How on earth could there be a pain!
When there isn't a soul anywhere!!

Where are all the souls?
The corpses stare at the heavens high above 
As they lie in their holes,
Their souls look for new bodies destined to love.

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