Small and big
Listen my colleague
Something descend from the heaven
And something ascend from the earth
But it is always in dire dearth
Our dream and desire
Add fuel to the fire
This is a nice pyre
Burden of life and tire
Love for hate and hate for love
And a void treasure trove
A beauty is not always beautiful
Values and morals are narrow tools
I love this beyond all aesthetics 
My concrete and abstract
Somebody attract and admire
Somebody do not care a fig
Listen me my colleague
Small and big
Anil Kumar Sharma
01/02/2015