Some wake up sharp by the daybreak <br />Take a bath; wear ashes or tilak <br />Liberally on their foreheads and bodes; <br />Burn incense and light oil wick; <br />Before their deities and join the world <br />To swindle, squeeze and abuse the weak <br /> <br />Some rise late by eight or nine <br />After a seesawed night of spilled over wine <br />And go out to help the maimed <br />Unfed, oppressed and distressed <br /> <br />If one asks me to make a wise choice <br />I don’t mind siding with the sinful looking latter <br />In spite of the God-factor with the sinister former<br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/choice-44/
