POESY: WHEN LIFE ITSELF BECOMES A QUERY

WHEN LIFE ITSELF BECOMES A QUERY

When life itself becomes a query.

When ideals fall afloor

And the begging bowl makes merry,

When the guinea gains ground

And the rot picks its cherry,

When the copper coin strikes the deal

And they raise the toast to sherry.

There burns the Master's form

And in grave his message they bury.

Composed by Sugata Bose