Committed to PEOPLE'S RIGHT TO KNOW Vol. 4 Num 328 Sat. May 01, 2004       Literature A Cruel Laughter Mujib Rahman, Chittagong The blade of grass fails to hold Tottering dew-drops, morning's gold. It is a tailored tale, hoary old Mutability is the lot of the mould. Cask and mask Seed and husk Things known and unknown Each has import of its own. Mannequin is a reality Neither a Yet nor a Martian But the sky's the milit For the human exeretion. We step ahead and look behind And see intrinsic values of mankind Are relentlessly devoured By the yahoos of time. Cupboard love of human being Deftly devises ways of fulfillment But buries cardinal virtues And quickens utter fall. Unceasing change and precarious truth Make a man a chameleon And a chameleon a man Only a cruel laughter rends the air, then.