Why do we have challenges?
Why do we have pain?
What does it accomplish?
What does it gain?
Why are some sick?
Why are some poor?
Why is there suffering?
High prices in stores!
Why do some kill?
Why some fall ill?
Why some pop pills, just to relax and chill?
There are so many questions and so many answers.
Why is the beginning and why will be the end.
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The BlackShakespeare (
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Life is full of questions. The unanswered ones find resolution in the contemplative mature mind (unless religion has got in the way).
Poetry for the enquiring mind.
Yes it is.
Good questions but no answers
Life throws questions
And we spend entire life answering them
Some we find
Some we don’t
Which ends up getting buried inside our grave
Some raise our curiosity
Some adds burden
Life is a question
Don’t know where it ends …
Curiosity is engraved well and resonates…
Our questions lead us to the truth, lead us to the unknown...
a really nice writing ❤
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