How much of questions are there in human mind; why..

People ask many questions;

Are they like a store room?

Questions,questions only questions;

As an unweaven blanket in loom.

Uff..my tounge has become  an anchor.;

Is my mind made to tangle in web of spider?

Nah, I can not bear dt boring burden;

Because I know that the life is itself a question.

It is me who want to forget-what will happen in future;

Only knowing the present, dt is mine n only life’s pleasure.

What is hidden in the ovary of future as foetus;

That is not my headache,only knows dt d life is like a lotus.

You and I or anyone have not right to spy the Almighty,

We are only here to live with happy moods, to dance n sing in way variety.

Thus,my all dears!!please smile like blossomed flower,

Take every moment as laughing like mountain’s fountain shower.

Written by aruna sharma.

23.7.2017.      11.21pm