Brooding Poem by Abhishek Shah

I stare out in the meadows, in search of the poetic sky;
But all I find is golden grass and dark smoke rising high.

The uncertain smoke that questions and bothers my mind;
A question whose answer we all strive to find.

Often in this hustle is this question not answered;
Often in this confusion it is not even pondered.

Yet the answer to this question is as simple as a smile;
Why to worry about the journey, lets just travel mile by mile.