A poetic answer

to this.

IF three plus two wasn't five,
we surely today wouldn't have been alive,
but the waters still flow down daily,
as pretty smiles in those teary eyes.

What you may ask about life,
is provided in the riddle of the kite,
which flies daily high into the sky,
and at night, falls softly like a heavy sigh.

Creation and appearance, are all just so,
that we may ask, wonder and crave to know,
the clouds in their passing have told it all,
if only on your feet, you had landed on that fall.

Many have come, many more have left,
what remains at last, is just a 'beleft',
coming and going is just like a tide,
which has pushed many a dream to that side.

And yet tomorrow, the sun will shine,
your body will be locked in arms of mine,
the pleasures that you and I together seek,
have long borne fruit and struck roots deep.

Just counting the days you may simply pass,
the dreams dreamt over shadows on the grass,
but when you will wake up with a flushed face,
you will remember nothing of this place.

So go on, continue on your travels, sow what you have got,
and ask nothing of the questions which have been answered not,
and as these lines end in their length,
you will find hope, you will find strength.

(C) Deapesh.

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