Mr. Einstein, A million thanks to you. Since my birth, Everything I have seen --- All is relative. Winter -- Summer -- Monsoon, Mountains ---- Rivers -- Fields, High tide --- Low tide, Even relationship too. On the pages of history, Kings turn into beggars, Beggars rise as kings --- All is relative. Success is relative, Faliure too, Awaiting only The right time and chance. I believe, The one who glares at me today Will one day beg for mercy ----- For in the end, All is relative. ------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick