Wanting An Answer
Wanting An Answer :
When the wind blew from north
My mind came to a halt
My ears listening to the soft whispers of the wind
And my skin, feeling the soft touch.
The full moon glancing at me,
Seeming, as a cute smile on its face.
My mind wanting to ask questions to the moon,
Is my life bane or a boon?
There came the reply
“It's as you make use of it with present or past”
I got that it's as much as the time lasts.
So live your life up to the brim,
But never, ever go beyond the rim!
By Suraj Nair
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