Questions Poem by Psyche The soul

I never ever learn that 

Some questions only left 

Devastating questions...

Sometimes they too wanders 

In search of their answers.


I only asked

If you are my Shiva...

He agitated

Screwed

And departed 

And then 

When the earth 

Rotates for one more time 

The same wandering question 

 Directed to me -

If I am his Parvati...


I wasn't...

I wasn't Sati.

I hadn't jumped into the divine fire.

I hadn't immolated myself for him.


Then how could I be.

Simple yet complex.

Some questions have useless questions 

Hidden in their wretched minds

Some are nothing but 

Disruptions...


Those simple questions

Yearns for affirmation...