Outside our naive existence
Was residing a greater truth
A deeper sensibility had been shaken
Unknown to regular youth
Life was joyful,Life was sweet
Always constant and Always present
Suffering was our way of being
Clinging to life
Having no end
A question raised,Ought to be answered
Pain and penury,ought to be resolved
A lonesome soul on an only pursuit
Not a question left,All answered,All.
Gaurav Chakrabarti 