In the stillness of the night,
Questions stir, taking flight,
Whispers soft, like gentle rain,
Seeking answers, joy, and pain.
Why does the river flow so free,
Embracing rocks, wild and carefree?
Why does the heart beat, strong and bold,
In stories whispered, in tales retold?
The stars above, they twinkle bright,
Each a story, a spark of light.
Why do they flicker, fade, and glow?
What secrets lie in the cosmic show?
In every dawn, in every sigh,
In every tear, in every cry,
We ask the world, we seek to know,
The reasons why that make us grow.
So let us wander, hand in hand,
Through fields of wonder, across the land,
For in the journey, we find our way,
In the dance of questions, come what may.
- Author: Dev parth (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 8th, 2024 01:30
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
Beautiful words
Thanks bhai
Asking questions aids in understanding be it social, intellectual, spiritual, psychological or what ever. Very nicely written
Thank you
Beautiful
Thank u
You're welcome
I must say Dev, you have captured the moment of wild inspiration that seems to overtake me at the most inopportune times perfectly! splendid writing.
Thank you 😊 brother
Lovely lines. Very well written. Good job.
Thanks brother 🙂
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