WHY??

Why?

No compliance

Neither had nor was asked I

For my very existence;

            Nor for the suffering

            I passed through the year gone by,

Nor for the briefness of my blissful moments;

Yet I feel like living

knowing not why.

In the realm of existence,

Where life like lightening strikes

Yet to pass by;

And in the portrait of butter fly

By the splendor of flowers guided to the ends

Where end is not certain but sigh.

In the search of eternity

Buried in the quest of the soul is WHY?

Why should I live?

Why should I die?

Why are these ends undetermined?

When what counts in existence is I?

Yet, before the answers came from where ever they could have, behold,

Bearing sad faces veiled in eternal wits the world stood;

Chanting all the farewells and dirges in the graveyard

Where my body upon the laps of earth was laid,

Of the paradox threaded;

And yet, of its mentor-ship what I learned of existence tells:

Life is but a shadow of uncertain body of eternity

That sanctifies conformity

In the absence of obedience:

A mysterious feeble spot in its body of strength

Which attests the Achilles hills

Of its own existence

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