QUESTIONS

Questions! Thou art quite a few
Every instant there is some new

Hovering on the mind and soul
And to escape, chances are few

In form of words or expression
Looking for your opinion n’ view

Thou may be riddles n’ puzzles
Sometimes leaving just no clue

Expecting replies and answers
That may be either false or true

Question may often be the bait
Thrown so as to judge n’ review

At times reluctant to face them
But this way they’ll only accrue

And upon the load get crushed
Thus are equally hard to eschew

No use running away from them
For till eternity they will pursue

So let them just pour upon me
Totally submerging in their hue