The questions seem to be hanging on my eyelids.
A sleep would be the answer to each and every one of them.
I take one of them and try to stay awake,
but they are so heavy that they pain my eyes a lot.

May be I should give an answer that will lighten the mood.
just like what we write in exams,
when we have no clue what the question means.

Life has its share of unanswered questions;
some come in dreams when asleep,
and get answered when we wake up.

Some just slip during our awakened hours
nibbling on what ever we say.

No wonder they get so heavy.
Bad fat questions.
I will stop talking and you go on a diet.

Categories: Poetry

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