There is a mystery
even questioning is a crime,
‘profane', ‘scandalous'
I wanted to question the mystery,
the myths that went on for centuries.
Then I realized
the questions are truer, stronger
than those myths!
I stopped asking.
Note: The poem got published in the anthology 'Apple Fruits of an Old Oak' (2016) from USA.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thanks a lot