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Question Marks

Life moves on
but these question marks remain
Family? Love? Career? Future? 
and many more storm my brain


As a teenager I was told
'Work hard these two-three years'
and a comfortable life will unfold


But now I think
if the truth be told
those 'two or three years'
will keep coming back till I get old


After all hard work
the question marks remain
new if not the old ones
losses accompany all that I gain


But when I clear my head a little
I realize that I have to find the answers
for life is nothing but a riddle


These question marks I have to erase
albeit they'll be replaced by more
because i'll never find what's on the other side
until I gather the courage to knock on the door

Comments

  1. Kritika Jain, Arihant EventsJanuary 17, 2011 at 12:18 PM

    What a perfect thought u presented in such perfect words. !!

    Hats off !!

    ReplyDelete
  2. DevanshuJanuary 17, 2011 at 1:13 PM

    *Taking a bow*
    Thanks once again kritika :)

    ReplyDelete

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