Why do I feel the urge to know
What is around,
Why are they
Where they are ?
From the cradle to the grave
we're taught to be suave.
But life, the most abstruse;
is the cause of my mind's disabuse.
Metaphors on life,
never quenched my thirst;
only left me wanting for more.
Life, my ami, is just incondensible!
Like a rising tide in an ocean,
when my heart swells in emotion;
I endeavour to desolate my self,
to witness the nature of elve.
Contemplation on the grand question,
ended up creating internal commotion.
I sometimes fear, if it is nature's ruse
or a sure shot way for self-amuse.