There was a time when life had left a question for me to answer,
I still search for it every moment everywhere.
Days have turned into months, months about to turn into years.
Deep in the corners of mind, there now burns an earthen lamp of fears
“Will it be ever or will it be not”
Desperation is suicidal.
To understand requires patience.
The world is always seems in a hurry.
I wonder they are upto, all the time,
May be upto someone or something.
They had an answer before they faced the question.
There are situation when destiny makes you feel like a king born to win,
But there are times, when all you are left with is a question,
With some hope in your heart and wisdom in your mind
To search for the answer that you are destined to find.