Questions

Questions, aren’t they?

The only thing which are welded to a being,

From the commencement of his expedition

On this eventful earth

And are asked until the time

An individual will eventually burn

Questions, aren’t they?

The most evilest friends an individual can ever have

Never leaves him alone

Irrespective of any moment in time

Or the path he may tread

And acts like gigantic gaps

On the road to fulfillment

Well!! The most conventional ploy in the book of saints

Is to stand straight with a brawny back

And to give back the answers with all your mettle

And keep on springing over each and every gap

But what if you have entered a black dungeon

Where answers are not in view

And the questions are getting darker day by day

What then???

Questions! aren’t they, the evilest friends an individual can ever have???

Never have I demanded for a question less life

Never have I dream t for a smoother road

All I have ever asked for

Is a life

Away from the answer-less questions …