chronicles of the rabid yogi-oppression

Tired from the hard walk under the trying sun the rabid yogi went inside a cave which was on the way
and sat , it was pretty dark but cool . He looked around but there was no one ,yet he knew that he was
never alone.

the rabid yogi as always cried there, he moaned ,he wailed , for he never understood the ways of man.

than he sat properly, washed his face with the water he had , and started writing...


I saw the tears of the oppressed,
and they had no comforter;
power was on the side of their oppressor,
and they have no comforter.

And I declared that the dead,
who had already died,
are happier than the living,
who are still alive.

"but better than both
is he who has not yet been,
who has not seen the evil
that is done under the sun."

but let me tell you a secret
" the oppressors are the oppressed
and the oppressed are the oppressors"

man cries in pain when hurt
but at others pain laughs.

"survival of the fittest indeed "
what an irony!!!!!


with this the rabid yogi closed his old tattered, tear stained book and started walking again
under the trying sun....