The Reply
I sat down,
Faced the wall,
Raised my hand,
Four fingers,
And a thumb,
Many joints,
And my palm,
Saw treks,
Many lines,
Turning hand,
Saw knuckles,
Heard questions:
"Who are you?
Where are we?
What is life?
Why like this? "
I was lost,
Lost in thoughts!
No reply,
Silence ruled,
The voice died!
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