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BABA'S WRITING A BESTSELLER

Again, the letters in its veins the world
Will flow down to its vast organs to mould,
Re-mould, and lead the haggard-looking peoples
To a future free of pains, attacks, and cripples...

The Yoga Baba's biographic tales
Of postures and 'patanjalic' heals
Will do miracles controlling mind and breath
Against ills and other villains of health...

Somewhere in yore the time that womb'd the source,
Baba now yields pen for the recourse
To change the course of life back to the one
The hermits lived, sans the rat race n pollution...

The cultivation has so far begun,
And Baba is supplying seeds to be sown;
The planetary yoga plantation
Will beat the heat of deforestation.

Irrelevant will be clinics and drugs,
Humans immune to the malignant bugs;
Baba will stem the edible 'toxicants'
By all-in-one neo-yogic preservants.

Yoga's re-run with Patanjalic love
Will teach the know-all sick the subtle force
Of theistic, yet spiritual philosophy,
So Baba's writing autobiography.

Yet, Baba's left eye is stuck on the peep hole
If nine-nine-six millennials will switch their soul
From gyms, and other centers for pleasure
In favour of the acrobatic rigour!...

Machining the 'machine man' night and day,
The programmed AI-fitted brain won't sway;
Man's ambitious gallop has aim'd the obscure,
Won't touch the ground the finish line before.

Organs are growing in the womb of labs,
The 'synthetic man' won't need yogic rehabs;
Brittle though, the assembled breed will bend never,
Yet Baba is writing future best-seller.

Can Baba's aerobic slow motion stun
The air-fire-water-proof Frankenstein run,
Toward the future domain of robots --
Whole oxygen on the back of astronauts?

Yet, wish do we if flexi-muscles and cool zephyr
Replace wild blood, dire whim, and corrupt air;
And blithely dwell the spirit of the Creator
In the oneness of breath, mind, and matter !!!

                                                   -- N P Samal

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