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MY CHILDHOOD QUESTION
I wondered some time
Where the Sun does go
When weary at nights
He stops his glow
Or how the pigeons
Swim in the sky
Blue pool, no water
Their feathers remain dry
My mommy last July
Signed the tree on my height
Seen the sign taller now
Why not I take fright?
As a bud I grew
And bloomed to a youth
Then no why remains why
Since knowledge is the rout
But the rout is detour
When it comes to the love
Not knowledge nor its rules
May demand it to solve.
I believed my wisdom
Killed the whys as I grew
Yet the time has taught me
The whys are grown too.
Where the Sun does go
When weary at nights
He stops his glow
Or how the pigeons
Swim in the sky
Blue pool, no water
Their feathers remain dry
My mommy last July
Signed the tree on my height
Seen the sign taller now
Why not I take fright?
As a bud I grew
And bloomed to a youth
Then no why remains why
Since knowledge is the rout
But the rout is detour
When it comes to the love
Not knowledge nor its rules
May demand it to solve.
I believed my wisdom
Killed the whys as I grew
Yet the time has taught me
The whys are grown too.
by: Angel