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32. WHAT IS THE USE

 

What is the use of a mirror that does not reflect pellucid images, fails to

portray the true identity of an individual,

 

What is the use of a cow which does not give milk; keeps incessantly munching

tones of green grass,

 

What is the use of a concrete road, which is unable to hold traffic; buckles down under the impact of vehicular load,

 

What is the use of a tree which does not bear succulent fruit; refrains to yield satiny shadows in order to cool dreary passengers,

 

What is the use of an aircraft, which stumbles to take off; let apart transport hordes of passengers,

 

What is the use of a pen that fails to write; inundate the spotless demeanor of bonded paper with umpteenth lines of literature,

 

What is the use of robust feet, which are unable to walk; transferring their

possessors to their required place of destination,

 

What is the use of articulate fingers, which incorrigibly refuse to draw; hoist the slightest of load from ground,

 

What is the use of a slimy spider web that fails to imprison innocuous insects; snaps into multiple fragments at the tiniest of caress,

 

What is the use of car which refrains to start; stutters every unleashing second when traversing the lanes,

 

What is the use of a black thundercloud, which refrains to rain; sprinkle upon

the parched earth bountiful droplets of water,

 

What is the use of a bell, which doesn't produce a shrill sound when rung; lies insipid and limp even when struck voraciously,

 

What is the use of a bird, which doesn’t fly uninhibitedly in the sky; indolently sleeps in its nest on soil,

 

What is the use of teeth, which fail to chew food; grinding it scrupulously to

facilitate digestion,

 

What is the use of a river, which does not flow; remains stagnant harboring a

plethora of dead weed and dirt,

 

What is the use of the Sun in the cosmos which does not shine; holding back

its radiance and scintillating light from fumigating the earth,

 

What is the use of stars which do not twinkle resplendently at night; illuminate the gloomy ambience with rays of exuberant hope,

 

What is the use of eyes, which cannot see; admire the mesmerizing beauty of the globe,

 

What is the use of lips, which don’t smile; effusively express feelings of warmth and congeniality,

 

What is the use of humans which don’t procreate their progeny; fail to imbibe

the essence of sharing in their counterpart mates,

 

What is the use of mud sprawled on the ground; unable to bear crop; blowing

with the wind to settle in a bedraggled heap,

 

What is the use of sword, which miserably fails in protecting its master; in the end becomes an inevitable cause of his assassination,

 

What is the use of a lock, which opens with the most mundane of key; enabling

burglars to pilfer and plunder at their free will,

 

What is the use of a scorpion, which is unable to sting; inject its lethal venom when it matters the most,

 

What is the use of life which is bereft of adventure; the philanthropic spirit to propagate peace,

 

And what is the use of a palpable heart which fails to beat even after witnessing true love; remains confined to realms of stringent sophistication.