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From a tally clerks diary.... End of a year the tally clerk wrote in the dairy; The search on life is philosophy, Otherwise all of them will wither away.... After the end of the third shift in the port, He saw a little baby sleeping on the verandah of the shed out side the warff... The falling drops of rain glittering on the powerful lights inside the warff.... The abandoned railway station under the blankets of creepers and revengeful plants besides with a large clock on top of its entrance... The tally clerk writes in a row in the page adjoining the new years welcoming quotes..... The little baby alone sleeps in the light of non-polluted life..... The railway station without trains and passengers, In deep meditation , Keeping dreams of life.... A woman ascended from the dense bushes stays by sucking the sweats and dirts of the sheds visible body..... She smiled at him and said; Oh!you the tally clerk..... The seeker of life You knows , I am the decayed body with fluttering wings of infectious diseases But still the flesh having demand She kneels down before the baby It's the life Look , glittering, It's for life... I am selling the flesh... But, Still I don't know whats life... When the seeke