I don't know
As a kid, many questions I kept
to date, unwithered, lay in a chest.
One day somebody would tell me
all I need to know about life exactly.
I don't know why seasons come and go
people grow old and nothing more to do.
Creased faces once upon a time full of glow
nothing can redo the deep seated etch of sorrow.
I don't know why night and day comes
Albeit moon and sun real great from a distance.
If moon is believed to be for the "mooners,"
will the sun be referred to as for the "sunners?"
I don't know why fresh air is free
Yet gasping for breath oxygen bears a fee.
Such as learning to swim struggling with difficulty
whilst upon drowning the body floats naturally.
I don't know why men are less complicated
they never gossip unless truth lies indeed.
Women love to talk about beauty and secrets
where often underneath are souls of hypocrites.
I don't know why sensuality came to existence,
When the Almighty enunciated total abstinence.
Perhaps driven biologically by emotional faculty
passion overruled; feasting the naked flesh of history.
I don't know why men find so easy to say,
"I love you" in varied forms and absolute way.
Some abhorrent and others beguilingly surprising
still, nothing makes sense but utterly mind boggling.
I don't know why norms for female gender
Limit a choice to acquiescence or surrender.
Is it because she's made as an inferior being?
Or an equilibrium to a male condescending.
I don't know if my humble understanding
a piece of grain or theoretically self-effacing
but this page isn't enough to bask
the millions of questions I wish to ask.
I don't know if these are but apprehensions
ethereal or simply mind inventions.
How I wish I am a discerning fellow
but alas! I might forever say, "I don't know."
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