A Question
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Yet some Questions meet a fate of muteness.
One Hundred Thousands Questions 
Still wait 
in One Hundred Lives.
Why it does? 
This life is indifferent
Yet a Question spawns one more Question
Does all of them get an answer? 
How many finds an echo from  Heart? 
Alas! Yet thoughts revolve in our mind. 
Why? 
Why we paint on the canvas of mind? 
And we think, we have found all the answers.
Alas! How many of them get an echo from Heart? 
Isn't for so, we have to come back again 
Again and again
The rustle inside wind murmurs
What is that Lyric? 
And the Music? 
Why? Why  it is so? 
The music always the same 
Unaltered the song
Inside an unchanging spirit? 
- Shamik Bose  6.2.2010 Calcutta                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    