We Know How To Ask Questions Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Our minds are flooded with questions,
For which we have known the answers,
The answers of factual or impractical,
Flimsy as the wind screen wipers,
But we have known the answers,
From the time the father consumed an apple,
Or the mountains had given birth the volcanoes,
We have known the answers,
For which we ask the questions,
To which we seek the same answer,
That we incubate in the warmth of our minds,
Whether it can be substantiated or not,
The answers we know are the final,
When the expected answers are not delivered,
Temporarily shattering of hearts are noted,
Temporary sanctions are passed and followed,
Thousands of limbs are spared and amputated,
Millions of souls are set to be free as the crickets,
Scavenging the evils of our wicked thoughts,
Those who don't know the answers,
Never in any stage of their life and birth,
Have never asked a single question,
Because they don't know the answers.