THE PROPERTY THIEF

How many families had to leave their homes
When Ram the property thief and his hatchet men
Delivered blows to their heads
And took away everything from them that was theirs
Except God
Who still remained
Unseen, and uncared for!

When he wanted to takeover
The reins and reign
Over God
The one who made it rain and laugh
And had made the world just
Over which he wanted ice to be laid
So that just-ice could not be
But when the moment came there was nowhere else to go
Since every way
However round about it went
Had to end up in God
Because there was no other way
But in God!

Vaaman the theif who wanted to dwarf the world
Pretended himself to be a dwarf
But the verve with which he overstepped the paradise
God, and the people who belonged there
Trying out his techniques
Everywhere he went
Was not to be!

Mohini the trans vestist who played at trances
And trashed the world
And was never a trans, though he dressed up so!
Stealing resources
Meant for the buffalo folk
And thrashed God
For the shit co(alle)ld gold
Was in his mind
Even as he played at God!

Bali,
Whom the enemies would endow with double their power
Or Sita his love
Where not to be
Because Ram found a kitchen
To keep her in it
And wanted Sugreev
To be her charge
With doggy Lax-man's to watch over with
While he knifed the sister of god
Oh. what a gory sight!
But he couldn't tie up the dark jew
With the death that he had made up
Because god never dies
But only waits
Till the time comes
To see whether he could fare
Any better  with his glaring and daring
And his shady ways.

While he wanted for Ceasar
As much as was due to God
And then wouldn't allow God
Or the people to have any, at all
Since his greed let nothing remain
That was not his own.
Weigh Raja, Weigh!
He would say
So that Rajas side of the measure
Was always weighed down
While all else suffered
From his daily diet of God's flesh
And blood.

So this could not be
Nero at the bath ready
To enter a corpse
Manu at his banquet
Eating Buddha
So that he can be God!
And the peoople
Wailing about the duck
That used to deliver eggs of plenty
Which was eaten by a blue fox
In a jiffy so that parity
Cam about between God and man
While everywhere else
And between the people
It just disappeared.
God had to come by himself and set this right
For what was due to God
Was eaten up by Ceasar
(Since God was averse
Of worldly goods -
As he were to say)
While he let his people
Go scot-free
Because he had nothing 'extra'
Which he could give to them.
But this could never be!

Praise be to God
And his kingdom
Where what was due to each
Was so delivered!

THE CITY OF GO(L)D!

SINCE WE ARE AFRAID OF NUDITY, THE KING CAN SELL US CLOTHES!
SINCE THE WORLD IS WITHOUT HEALTH, HE CAN SELL US MEDICINE
SINCE THE SUN RISES IN THE EAST, HE CAN SELL US THE WEST
SINCE EVERYTHING WAS LAID WASTE BY HIM, THE KING CAN ARGUE FOR CLEANLINESS!
SINCE THE PROPHETS WERE MURDERED BY HIM, HE WAS SELLING US GO(L)D/ IDOLS!
LASHES AND LEASHES AND JAILS AND HANGMEN, THEY DO SELL US LIBERTY!
FRATERNITY, AN ODD WORD,WHERE CAN WE FIND IT THEN?
SINCE ITS PROPHETS WERE SILENTLY DONE AWAY WITH
WE SHALL REJOICE IN THE GENOCIDES!
FRAUDULENT PEOPLE, WHEN SOMEONE STEALS YOUR SOUL
AND WEARS YOUR BODY LIKE AN ADORNMENT
IN THIS GOMORRAH
WHERE SHALL WE FIND PEACE?
UNLESS IT IS IN GOD
AND IN THE HOLY SPIRIT
THAT COULD GUIDE US
AND MOVE US AWAY ROM THE ROTTEN BLUE FOX
THAT ETERNALLY CRIES OUT FOR GOLD!
WHEN THE WEAPON'S INDUSTRY SETS OUT TO GUIDE THE WORLD
WAR IS THE ONLY PROFIT THAT IT COULD GET
SO TURN TO THE PROPHETS
TURN TO YOURSELF
TURN TO YOUR FRIENDS
TURN TO LOVE
AND SAY OUT ALOUD
THIS CANNOT BE
UNLESS  THERE IS GOD
AND LET GOD BE
AND LET HIM GUIDE US
AND LET HER GUIDE US
SO THAT THE WORLD IS ONE
AND THE PROPERTY THIEF
WITH HIS BOUNDARIES FOR EVERYONE
BE DONE AWAY WITH!

THE BRAHMINICAL TEMPLES ARE BASICALLY STRUCTURES WHERE SPIRITS OF VARIOUS PEOPLE, OFTEN OF PEOPLE KILLED BY THEMSELVES WHERE ATTEMPTED TO BE ENTRAPPED MAGICALLY AND SEPARATED FROM THE COMMON FOLK OR FREE SPIRITED PEOPLES. HENCE THE RESTRICTIONS ON THE ENTRY INTO THE SANCTUM SANCTORUM OF LOWER CASTES AND WOMEN, WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE IMPURE ETC., BY THE BRAHMINS.

OF FAITH

Faith is not simply the belief in god. It is also a belief in oneself and in the other person(s) and a readiness to take all these together. This state could only be attained by removing the causes of undue antagonisms in society and by taking the personae of the other who is also with god, with respect. In the absence of such mutual respect, love and caring between the people, happiness is not attainable.

MY LOVE , BINITA

  THIS IS AN ELECTRONICALLY GENERATED LOVE POEM GENERATED BY THE BELOW GIVEN SITE AND PROGRAMME, AND THE COMBINATION IS NOT OF MY DOING. I JUST USED THE PROGRAMME TO GENERATE A POEM BY FEEDING CERTAIN WORDS. EARLIER I HAD COME ACROSS A 'FOLK TALE GENERATOR' ON THE NET, AND HAVE MYSELF TRIED OUT A POEM IN MALAYALAM USING WORDS WHICH COULD COMBINE AND FORM FILM SONGS, THOUGH I COULDN'T WRITE A PROGRAM TO DO IT. I HAVE JUST EDITED OUT A FEW WORDS, AND HAVE MADE SLIGHT CHANGES IN THE TEXT THAT THE PROGRAM PRODUCED. ENJOYED DOING THIS BIT OF WORK. 
 https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/love_poem_generator.aspx     My Love, Binita

Your skin glows like the jamun, blossoms  as the flox in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your saxofone voice and leaps like a squirrel at the whisper of your name, Binita.
The evening ascends in on a great holo wing.
I am calmed by your eye that I carry into the twilight of thaarabeams and hold next to my palm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my navel falls from my blouse, it reminds me of your womanhood.
In the hushed EVENING, I listen for the last motor of the spring.
My heated thumb leaps to my pants. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret me so that we may kiss as one, thumb to thumb, in search of the glorious viridian green and spiritual you  love.

CAN THE FOLKS WAGON BE THE BLUE FOXES?

Sometimes they make folks

Think that something like

A Volkswagen belongs

For some reason

To the folks.

But the truth is that

It belongs

More than to the gypsy or the folk

To Car –men

Who are want to call it

A gypsy or by some other name

As the blue jackal usually does

Hiding their rotten businesses

With a façade of

Empty white cubes or

Tombs with rhetorics

Of extreme cleanliness

And extra worth.

Or with whiteness

Coming out of under exposure to the sun god

Painted dark or blue to deceive people

And vampire looks

And the scents

Of the expensive powder and incense

And scents sprayed

On the dead.

They want the folks to wag 

Their tails ‘n’ times as dogs used to do

But unfortunately

They find themselves

Among the dogs and monkeys

And want now

Even to do away with

The leash and dog biscuits

Because now they very well know

That a chunk of meat

Or even a bare bone

Or fish

Is better than vegan food

And they hate men

Who had started

The practices of domestication

Everywhere

Who were none other than themselves

In their previous lives.

CAESAR

Everything seemed very easy

To Caesar or seizure

To the one out to teach the other

To put an end to something for the other

The taboo seller of all times

The ‘don’t do it’ kid

Kar-dam!

The incitement to do

The damning conde(U)m-nation

With dham upon dham on flows of every kind

Of water, love, language, justice

Music, dancing , equality and so on.

Car-men have instructions for the nomads

As if Volks-wagon was not the foxes

But for the folks

And even a gypsy

Had to come from some king

To become legitimate.

Though they are called no-mads

The nomads are not ‘not mad’

Neither are they mad

Because with Caesar

The world had turned a mad hell

And people could do nothing

But smash through the walls with their heads

As they did in Hollywood movies

Hell-bent on crossing that border

That never was.

THE QUESTION OF LOVE

I have somehow failed miserably in my attempts to be firmly committed to a certain familial conjugality, because for one thing, though I do take to certain preferences or practical possibilities, these are not exactly dependent on any absolute hierarchy in values that I ascribe to people, but to say a practical liking for a certain uniqueness, which somehow fits me more than others. What would be the real situation then for those people who take to such a new form of association or cohabitation? Love, let us say is a trait that can exist between almost anybody in spite of certain antagonisms of interest, and can in no way be confined to the conjugal love between two partners to the exclusion of all others. This means that though there maybe practical difficulties, all friendly relationships and possibly even antagonistic ones, taking the injunction to love your enemy also, are bound by love. In such a condition life itself could be a trip into developing these possibilities for love towards a maximum and pleasurable state without bothering to delimit it to one or two primary relationships. This is also useful and valuable for the relationships which could each attain conditions of good health and thrive well, without destroying each other. But the institutionalized relationships of the family etc., would reduce this possibility of mutual exchange and cultural hybridity and destroy the possibility of the maximization of the true love and the possible give and take such a condition could evoke. The possibilities of short term relationships cannot be altogether foregone, but it is always good to keep each relationship in an open and developing state so that the simple break ups and reunions are not too painful. The creative possibilities of such thinking and loving can only be decisively explored where exploitation cannot exist, which can only be ensured through opening up the already open relationships. How does conjugal love accommodate in its space the other, the third or fourth person who is always there, and is also one with god? This is the tough fact that then implicates and troubles the institution of marriage, bound by its nuclear form, and the need towards a more specific and at the same time generalized transaction in love, which I would say, the world has to undertake.

ബുദ്ധവിജയം

കുഞ്ഞിനേംകൂടെ കൊണ്ടുപോയില്ലായോ
കോഴിമാമച്ചോ
യേയേയേയേയേയേയേയേയേ.....
കോഴിമാമച്ചോ
പോയിമാമച്ചോ
യേയേയേയേയേയേയേയേയേ.....
കൂടിയാട്ടോം മറന്നിട്ട്
പോയിമാമച്ചോ
ചൊല്ലിയാട്ടോംമറന്നിട്ട്
പോയിമാമച്ചോ
കോയിലില് കുത്തിരിക്കാന്‍
പോയിമാമച്ചോ
യേയേയേയേയേയേയേയേയേ.....
മൂന്നുപേരില്‍ സുന്ദരിയല്ലോ നടുക്കത്തെ റോസമ്മ
റോസമ്മ വെള്ളോംകൊണ്ടു
കുളികഴിക്കാന്‍ ചെന്നപ്പോള്‍
മാമച്ചന്‍ ചെന്നങ്ങു കയറിക്കൂടീ
കോഴികൂവും നേരത്തേ പോയിമാമച്ചോ
കൂട്ടിരിക്കാന്‍ മറന്നിട്ട് പോയിമാമച്ചോ
അപ്പനേയും അടിച്ചുകൊന്ന് പോയിമാമച്ചോ
രാത്തിരിയെ എടുത്തും കൊണ്ടോയിമാമച്ചോ
രാത്തിരിയെ മായ്ക്കുവാനേ പോയിമാമച്ചോ....
തിത്തിരിയെ എടുത്തുംകൊണ്ടോയി മാമച്ചോ
ഒത്തിരിക്കാടകത്ത് പോയിമാമച്ചോ
രാത്തിരിയെയൊളിച്ചും കൊണ്ടോയിമാമച്ചോ
യേയേയേയേയേയേയേയേയേ.....

എന്നുമുള്ളമുറുക്കാനാണഞ്ചു കൂട്ടം മുറുക്കാന്‍
മുറുക്കാനും ചവച്ചോണ്ട് തെങ്ങേക്കേറാന്‍ പോയപ്പോള്‍
കോണിചാരിക്കയറുന്നോനേറുന്ന പാമ്പേ
മെയ്യാട്ടമറിയുന്ന നിണം വീണ ചേമ്പേ
ചെല്ലക്കിളിച്ചെല്ലത്തീന്നു പിടിച്ചിട്ടപാമ്പേ
ത്ലാപ്പുവെച്ചുകയറുന്നോനറിയുന്ന ചേമ്പേ
തെങ്ങിനുള്ളിലകം നിറേ നിറയുന്ന നീരേ
കുടമുള്ളിലൊളിപ്പിച്ച മരത്തിന്‍റെ നീരേ
മുറുക്കുമ്പോളയയ്ക്കുന്ന കഞ്ചാവിന്‍റെ നീരേ
അഞ്ചാമത്തെക്കൂട്ടമായ കഞ്ചാവിന്‍റെ നീരേ
അഴിഞ്ഞഴിഞ്ഞാടിനില്‍ക്കും കഞ്ചാവിന്‍റെ നേരേ
മരപ്പൊത്തില്‍ നിറയുന്ന കിളിക്കുഞ്ഞിന്‍ പാട്ടേ
പിടിച്ചുവെച്ചു പന്നിക്കൂട്ടം ചെല്ലമെടുത്തുടച്ചേ
ചെല്ലക്കിളിയതില്‍നിന്നും പറന്നങ്ങു പോയേ
ചെറുവീടു ചെറുകര നിറഞ്ഞുനിന്നെരിഞ്ഞേ
ഒറ്റമൊലയമ്മച്ചിക്കും മൊലരണ്ടും നെറഞ്ഞേ
മുലകുടിതടയുന്ന കാലന്‍ വന്നിരുന്നേ
പൂതനയവളുടെ കഥയവന്‍കഴിച്ചേ
പൂമാതിന്‍റെ മുലകളെ ഞെരിച്ചവന്‍ രസിച്ചേ
അപ്പനേയും ചുട്ടുതിന്നും നരസിംഹമൂര്‍ത്തികള്‍
അമ്മമാരെ മുലയരിഞ്ഞൊതുക്കുന്ന കൂട്ടം
ശവത്തേയും ഭോഗിക്കുന്ന ശവംതീനിക്കൂട്ടം
ചേലക്കൊമ്പ് മൂപ്പന്‍വന്നിട്ടിറക്കിവിട്ടവയെ
ചെല്ലമെടുത്തൊന്നുവീണ്ടും മുറുക്കട്ടെ കിളിയേ
ചെല്ലക്കിളിവന്നുണ്ടു നിറയുന്നെന്‍ വീട്ടില്‍
പുലകുളികഴിഞ്ഞുള്ള ചെറുകരവീട്ടില്‍
രാവാഴും കിളിയായ രാവണന്‍റെ വീട്ടില്‍
മോരുതത്തിച്ചാവിക്കാണിപ്പല്ലക്കൊന്നുമില്ല
നാണിയമ്മപൊറുക്കുന്ന ചെല്ലച്ചെറുവീട്ടില്‍.

വേലി

അച്ചടിച്ചു വന്നപ്പോള്‍
പഴഞ്ചൊല്ല്
"വേളിതന്നെ വിളവു തിന്നുന്നു"
എന്നായിപ്പോയത്
ഗൃഹസ്ഥാശ്രമിയായ കാര്‍ന്നോരെ
ഇരുത്തി ചിന്തിപ്പിച്ചു.

അങ്ങിനെയാണത്രേ
അദ്ദേഹം വേലിക്കുപുറത്തു കടന്നത്
മൂന്നാമതും നാലാമതും
വെളിഞ്ചേമ്പ് കഴിച്ചതും.

വൈശാലി

ദില്ലിമെട്രോയിലെ
ഒരു സ്റ്റേഷനായി തിരിച്ചറിയും മുന്‍പ്
ഞാന്‍ വൈശാലിയെ
ഋശ്യസൃംഗനെ
(കൊടുമുടിയേറിയ ഋഷിയെ-അഗ്രജനെ)
കാത്തിരിക്കുന്ന ഒരു കുലസ്ത്രീയായി
പരിചയപ്പെട്ടിരുന്നു.
ഞാനാണെങ്കില്‍
എപ്പോഴും കള്ളിയങ്കാട്ടുനീലിയോടും
മറ്റ് യക്ഷികളോടുമൊപ്പം
നടന്നിരുന്നവനും.

പിന്നെ
ഇക്കുറി പരിചയപ്പെട്ടപ്പോള്‍
ഒന്നു പിടിച്ചു നോക്കിയേക്കാം
എന്നു വെച്ചു-
ഈ പഴം ആ കുലയലധികം ഇരുത്തി
ചീയിച്ചു കളയേണ്ട
എന്ന മട്ടില്‍.

അപ്പോഴുണ്ട്
വൈശാലി
അവളുടെ വിശാലതയില്‍
ഒരു വൃദ്ധനെ ഉപാസിച്ചുകൊണ്ട്
എന്നെ നോക്കിചിരിക്കുന്നു.
നീയിങ്ങനെ
ഒരു തുഞ്ചത്തുകയറി
ഇരുപ്പായിപ്പോവരുതേ മരുതാ
എന്ന നീലിയുടെ യുക്തിയില്‍!

കുതിര

ദു:ഖത്തിന്‍റെ കുതിര
ചിലപ്പോള്‍ പിന്‍കാലുയര്‍ത്തി
തൊഴിച്ചേക്കാം
പുറത്തിരുന്നു ചാട്ടവീശാന്‍ ശ്രമിച്ചവരെ
അതിനി അനുസരിച്ചെന്നു വരില്ല.

ഏതു മൃഗത്തിനും അതിനെ കെട്ടിയിടുന്നവരെ
അറിയാമെന്നായിട്ടുണ്ട്
മനുഷ്യരായിരുന്നു څഹാ കഷ്ടം!چ
എന്ന നിലയിലെത്തി
നില്പായിപോവുന്നത്.

ഇടവഴികളിലൂടെ മാത്രം നടത്തി ശീലിപ്പിച്ചവരെ
തിരിച്ചറിയാത്ത കുതിരകള്‍ പോലും വിരളം
ഒരു രാമന്‍റേയും അശ്വമേധങ്ങളില്‍
ബന്ധിക്കപ്പെടേണ്ട അവസ്ഥ അതിനുണ്ടായിരുന്നില്ല.
രാമനും കെട്ടഴിഞ്ഞു കറങ്ങുന്ന
ഒരു പമ്പരം മാത്രമാണ്.

വാലല്പം കറുപ്പോ വെളുപ്പോ ആയ
ആ കുതിരയുടെ നിറമെന്താണ്?
നാഗങ്ങള്‍ക്കു മാത്രമേ
അതിന്‍റെ പൊരുളറിയൂ.

നീലക്കുറുക്കന്‍റെ കഥ.

പോവൊല്ലെ മര്‍ത്യരെ പച്ചയ്ക്കുതിന്നുന്ന
രാമന്‍ വസിക്കും മരണവാര്‍ഡില്‍
ഒറ്റയ്ക്കുനില്‍ക്കും മരങ്ങളില്‍ പോലുമെത്തുന്നുണ്ടു
വീണും അരിച്ചും നടക്കും ചിതല്‍
ഏതോ മനുഷ്യന്‍റെ ചീഞ്ഞജഢത്തില്‍
നിന്നെങ്ങും അരിച്ചരിച്ചെത്തും പുഴു
ഏറ്റമുള്ളില്‍ നിന്നു നീളുന്ന തേറ്റയാല്‍
ചോരപൊടിക്കുന്ന ജാതിക്കാട്ടില്‍
അല്‍പം ചെറുപൂള, കാട്ടുകടപ്ലാക്കള്‍
ഉങ്ങും വറുങ്ങും മരുതുമെല്ലാം
മുള്ളുമുരിക്കിന്‍റെ സ്നേഹസ്പര്‍ശത്താലേ
നിന്നൂ ചുവന്നോരുടലുമായി.
ഇരുളതിന്നാഴത്തില്‍ നിന്നെങ്ങും തുഴഞ്ഞെത്തും
ചന്ദ്രിക കാട്ടിയോരുള്‍വിളക്കില്‍
മൊട്ടിട്ടുപോയിനാം,
അല്ലെങ്കില്‍ മല്ലികേ നിന്നെയുംകാത്തുടല്‍
നിത്യംതപിപ്പിച്ചോരിരുളിനുള്ളില്‍
അന്‍പുള്ളതൊക്കെയും വെട്ടിവരയുന്ന
ലക്ഷ്മണര്‍പാര്‍ക്കും മരുപ്പച്ചയില്‍
ഏതു ബാലിക്കുമിടങ്കയ്യുകൊണ്ടൊന്നു
രാമന്‍റെ വാലില്‍ പിടിച്ചുചുറ്റി
ലോകത്തെനേരായും കണ്ടുവരുവാനായ്
വന്ന വഴിക്കുതിരിച്ചുവിട്ടാല്‍
പെട്ടെന്നറിയാം മാന്യന്‍ പുമാനുടെ
പൂണുനൂല്‍ പൂണ്ടുപോം ദിക്കുകളെ
ഏതുഗ്രതാര, ഏതു സിതാര
എങ്ങെങ്ങുമുള്ളോരവള്‍ക്കു കാണാം
സീതയെ കൂടിയും പൂട്ടിയടയ്ക്കുവാന്‍
ഏമാന്‍ വരയുമതിരുകളെ
മെല്ലെക്കടന്നവള്‍ കാട്ടിലേക്കോടിയ
ദിക്കിലായ് വേലിയിലുള്ള വിള്ളല്‍.
എന്തും തടയുന്ന നാശത്തെക്കൂടിയും
മെല്ലെക്കടഞ്ഞുമമൃതെടുക്കാന്‍
ഘോരവിഷത്തെയശിച്ചോനെ കൂടിയും
നത്യവും വഞ്ചിച്ച മോഹരൂപന്‍
അല്ലേയീ നീലക്കുറുക്കന്‍ താനല്ലയോ
ബുദ്ധനെക്കൊല്ലാന്‍ വടിയെടുത്തോന്‍!

RADIO GAGA

So when matter
Was in its pure spirit
Love prevailed
In its particles
And cohesion held
Things together and in calm.

But when the godly
Was disturbed
The atom exploded
A space of war
Of deterioration
Of use to Power
To man, a user of all things.

In the new clear age
We may at least
Go Beyond the nuclear holocaust
 Because the spirit of God
Is in man
And the particle
Need not fall apart. 

RICH MAN, POOR MAN

When the rich man
Complained to God about his protection
And the need for betterment
God replied:

"I never was rich myself
And would spend my last pittance
And wait for God
So did most people who were poor.
When we complained the rich were without ears
Because they had a cash crunch
And had to book their ticket to heaven
They bribed the priests heavily
Thinking that with that thy could escape.

They made industries
Out of war, land, water and air
Birth, health,death,
Shame, fun, sex, food
Plants, animals,and  human beings.
Everybody was affected
And was badly off
Because the property thies had made off
With all that earth could gather in riches
And kept it locked up in their dungeons or banks.

It didn't bother them when I was hungry
Or in need, except when they could sell me something
Or wanted me to do their dirty work
They even found ways to sell my good name in the market
While confining me to their shit-houses
Telling others that I had appointed some envoys to do so.

A man was thrown out from everywhere
And there was no space in their hearts or him
A woman was confined to her own home
Sold, or made into a slave
And they didn't bother
Children were thrown on the street
And the lot of God was no better.
Even of what the people would have liked to give me
For some work that i had done
Nothing was given
Because they thought that God shouldn't be paid.

When you had nothing to give me when i was in need,
Why do you expect me to give you anything?
When there is more
It is there for the needy
And when all that you have is spent
I hope we may meet on the street
And talk about settling the account
So good bye now!.

SAVE US ALL (સેવ ઉસળ )

Some food is good for all
Like save(sev)-usal, for instance,
Taken from a roadside laari
With coffee or tea.
In its watery and spicy belonging
At least it makes sure
That it saves us all
Rather than saving some
And discarding all others
Because when the other is discarded
So also are you
Since God is there
In the other, and in you.
Each strand of sev calls forth
Playing on the broken chords-
So it is now time
For sev-usal!


SAVE US ALL (સેવ ઉસળ )

કેટલાક ખોરાક બધા માટે સારું છે
જેમ કે કેટલાક ખોરાક બધા માટે સારું છે
જેમ કે સેવ (SAVE US ALL (સેવ ઉસળ ) - ઉદાહરણ તરીકે,
ટેકનથી રસ્તાની એક લારી
કોફી અથવા ચા સાથે.
તેના પાણીયુક્ત અને મસાલેદાર સંબંધિત
ઓછામાં ઓછું તે ખાતરી કરે છે
કે તે આપણા બધાને બચાવે છે
તેના બદલે કેટલાકને બચાવવા
અને બીજા બધાને બાક્કી લોગોને   મુકતા
કારણ કે જ્યારે બીજાને બાક્કી લોગોને  મૂકવામાં આવે છે

તમે પણ છો ઉદાહરણ તરીકે,
ટેકનથી રસ્તાની એક લારી
કોફી અથવા ચા સાથે.
તેના પાણીયુક્ત અને મસાલેદાર સંબંધિત
ઓછામાં ઓછું તે ખાતરી કરે છે
કે તે આપણા બધાને બચાવે છે
તેના બદલે કેટલાકને બચાવવા
અને બીજા બધાને બાક્કી  મુકતા
કારણ કે જ્યારે બીજાને બાક્કી લોગોને    મૂકવામાં આવે છે
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