Bunch Of Question Poem by kalyan mech

Today suddenly my quondam life
Is encompassing me within.

The days, when i used to hide beneath my mother's veil,
When i only knew my selfish appetite,
When i didn't know the meaning of the word 'critique',
When i used to dance along a mirthless laughter,
Is encompassing me within,
Holding a bunch of question with both hands.

Today those words of yore
Suddenly asking me to reply.
To elaborate, the thoughts
Hidden within those smiles, mother and i that often shared,
The morals of equation of loves that my father taught,
The meaning of those curved glare
With red eyes when i slipped and fell,
'What's here to cry?
Get up quickly and laugh loudly at the sky, who makes you fall'.
Today all those words are waiting for a reply.

I can write down all my reply,
But inks of my all veins will stand short,
I can sing it with a song
But my intellect can't dive that deep, even to imagine them,
Today, but i have no reply.