Oh, why do questions come and go
When I think of you?
Why the 'you' is relative to questions
Unlimited as the great sky?
Oh, why do I think of you
With endearing cares?
Why it's a joy to be with you
Near, like a pair of love birds?
And why can't I tell you
All the things I wanted to ask?
Why does the questions perished from
My mind whenever I'm facing you?
Oh, why do questions pop up
As fast as lightning?
Growing so fast upon my mind
Like little sporadic mushrooms?
Oh, why and why there are
So many questions?
Why do questions come and go
When I think of you?
(7/19/03. 9: 35 p.m)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems without questions are just plain descriptive poetry, questions bring the reader into the poem to get the real life feel of the poem, you did a masterpiece example here, why do I think of you? ...thinking up you with endearing cares? ..the culprit doubt stands there grinning all along with ears wide open, so very well written, I wish I could give a higher mark than a 10, this deserves poem of the day! ! !