I not know
What
Will happen
When
I search for the knowledge
Which
Helped me to know
Who
I am
Why
I exist and
How
Could I know
Why
I do not reach the one
Who
Created the world
Which
Let us flourish, but alone
When
The question rings to tell me
What
I perhaps already know at the beats of time
When
I gained some consciousness
Which
Assures me at the dead of nights there is the one
Who
Runs this world, but you can’t ask
Why?
And also
How?
Because ‘why’ has no end and not lets you reach him
Who
Lives and dies for you — the reason of
Which
Is not known — perhaps meant not be known for the moment
When
You begin to ask everything with doubt about someone or something —
What
Is that?
Who
Will hear you, if you think there is always a
‘why’
To everything and every cause?
How
Would you react if someone
Who
Thought you having faith in him
Which
Lets you think of him
When
You not know
What
Will happen next?
Why
You try always to ask and not to believe and
How
You think you are going to survive in a world
Which
Is so harash
When
You need some pity
What
Will become of you?
How
Will you live?
What
Will be your fate?
How
Will you live?
What
Will be your fate…?
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What, when, which, who, why, how? (c) 19 May, 2003, Samir K. Dash
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