Sunday, December 29, 2019

Questions

So many questions,
So many repetitions,
Yet you'll end up,
Back in square one,
With no concrete answer,
To all questions that pop up,
While you are busy trying,
To make sense of all things,
Natural and unnatural

Someone save me too,
From this endless tradition,
Laid with traps that creep,
Deeper than all you expect,
Sinking per day,
Into depths unexplored,
Gasping for breath,
Till it all ends. 

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