The Next Question Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

I understand
I can't except more
I've control over nothing!
Can sense that all things are
programmed happenings.
I watch dutifully.
Hold them close when needed.
Most of the time my lifeless
efforts turn comic
but can not laugh them off.
Face them one after other.
Keep rolling.
Some tree offers pieces of sky
while walking on melancholic road.
Hurriedly I peep inside to look
for the lingering question
before the mind closes.
Was there any?
It already slipped from my mind
leaving no answer behind
as I helplessly watch
the next question
at the threshold.