It may not relevance as of now or today
But I can’t keep aloof from it and go away
I look at vast sea line and think of its deepness
How blue water in it reflect my simple face?
Big and small fishes run here and there
They face no hurdles or problems anywhere
Who can reason out the waves reaching at the shore?
Why do they separately dash against it and try more?
They seems to be in hurry to unite and show the strength
The waves may rise high and low with varying length
I think of vast blue and hollow sky
How it hangs without support and also why?
What keeps it in to spread with vast horizon?
No conclusion can be arrived or simply be drawn
Now we have different varieties of flowers
They are cross bedded and altered
Not original fragrance might have lost
But nothing more is left to trust
I rarely believe in speculation
Yes some propaganda is put deliberately in circulation
I may not really know about it and only wonder
I can stand under the sky and wait for clouds to thunder
What I want to know is not the mystery
It is also not needed to know complete history
As an intellectual you may have fascination for more knowledge
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