The Lessons Not Taught At School Is, Asking Questions... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When was the last time you talked to me lovingly?
Where did we go to purify our doubtful thoughts silently?
The fluid pressure builds up as the wind that lost,
The revengeful heat warming up the air to raise the temperature,
As the next meal depends upon the work that I do,
Forget about you to think back when with you,
The silence is kept conveniently as the thoughts are boiling,
The backs of us facing at our bed of matrimony,
The comforter not crumbled, as we have no common desire,
Pills bring the sleep that is much needed,
Sleep, go and come back from work and then sleep,
The two minds, full of clouded questions,
Go around the poles of their own ego,
As no one depends on no one to go down,
When the heavy clouded thoughts bang with each other,
There may be rain, thunder storm and even tornado,
To dissipate the pressure and the destruction can be seen,
Some take their suitcase and exit,
And others may take the effort,
To crumble the comforter and the bed spread,
The life is very simple when we know how to ask questions.
Teach me how to ask questions, please..