Mystery Poem by Chan Mongol

MYSTERY
Poem by Chan Mongol
July 12 of 2020



Things we see, hear, smell or touch
Like, god and fate remain mysterious.

Things we can see but can't conquer
Since the first day, still remain peculiar.

We were not known and seen in the earth
But we came through a process of birth.

How about those of our dead ancestors
Forgotten connectivity seems mysterious.

Things we see, feel but they are too far
They exist there but mysteries forever.

We think, they don't have life but they do
Soil, water, heat, air give us birth also.

Things we think lifeless but they are not so
Different object got different life form to go.

What we don't know we call them mysteries.
Other objects are not like us, trees or bees.

Even the existence of god is not a mystery.
If god is a mystery then, we are dead history.


We are mortals and we are very mysterious
We cannot come back and we don't know us!

Now we see now we don't isn't it obvious
The bottom line is, only we are mysterious.