We reached all to a definite role in our life,
Knowing what to do? and what not todo?
But we receive a grace to be a being,
Then we realize many things,
Good, Bad, True, False,
Right, Wrong, Proper, Improper, goes on and on.
Why every things are made such a way?
Why to Choose? Why to decide?
Why to know? Why to pretend?
Why to show off? Why to attempt?
Why things are made such a way?
Difficult really make it out,
Whom to give? Whom to receive?
Whom to follow? Whom to not?
Goes on and on list of all Wh-Question.
Why things are made such a way?
Universe is compac disk Not all being is same So why one protocal Choice plays crucial role You and me different Yet pick from same bowl. Questing on dissatisfaction easy Standing on one's choice steady Calls for higher level of integrity. Beautiful point reflected in poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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