THE MORE IMPORTANT QUESTION IS…
When pleasure of the senses
Is getting you just a temporary relief,
And your smartest brain fails
& is asking who is the thief of my peace.
I thought of a solution in child play
And I asked many to come over and play,
I got bombarded with many questions
From all who lost purity & fun of child play.
Few I found gave up on life
Few are living the resistance,
Few imagine and hope for peace
But all struggling for truth & its substance.
We all are together in this, I said
While the life is changing her style,
Perhaps with the help of religion
But on that a heavyweight of science.
Then silence took over for a short while
& suddenly they started growling at me,
I found myself lost in a whirlpool
I was looking for answers even for me.
They got angrier at me & said
We know that you are hiding something,
They were provoked or were provoking me
I don’t know & I don’t take anything personally.
They were all completely restless
And shouted what good are you?
We don’t need the deeds of coward
If you are scared of even telling the truth.
I don’t know anything except one
The truth needs to get out loud,
Only if that gets us a relief
In hiding ofcourse there is no proud.
I don’t know the truth
& have no doubt about what I do know,
But do I have the permission?
From the wind to blow?