Tell me why the water recedes,
Tell me why the smart phone rings.
Gallery is full,
and medias wait outside.
Tell me what is happening,
Highlights not allowed,
Open not the result of chemistry.
Expectation is high
that I know from biology.
Terrible the line
Believe not anybody or anything.
I have my own swift
to run on the high ways,
Let me see some rays.
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The ways of life; with nature playing its role. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.