Poetry

Creation with Destruction quarrelling one day, 
And with sheer annoyance did but say, 
“You always do be the cause of my ruin, 
Unendingly persisting till all you do ruin.” [1]

And Destruction replied at that time, 
“But what I do - you should not so mind, 
Without destruction no creation be, 
Without me you be ever lost in eternity.” [2]
 (Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra