I always search my thoughts
Don’t speak beyond my knowledge
To find out my ultimate goal.
But why can’t I ?
Why I weep and walk
Through endless ways of thoughts ?
Why can’t I ?
Read my heart more accurately
Than anybody else encompassed me.
Am I a senseless or sightless sot ?
Why I’ve to pass ?
Intolerable inescapable night
That has no day .
Is it the reward of my uncontrollable faults
Or lack of patience ?
Why I always become influenced by others ?
And change my goal every now and then.
Why it happens to me again and again ?
Why I’m different from others ?
Why can't I be pleased with the things
That pleases others ?
Why I’m always obsessed
In a deep contemplative world ?
Why ? Why ? Why ?
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The first step toward wisdom is asking the question "Why?" Wisdom is worth more than intelligence and more than knowledge and more than experience- for it is the melding of all three. Great poem here aktar. ~louis
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Intelligence knowledge experience=Wisdom........nice calculation...........Thanks for your evaluation.......Aktar
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You're welcome and no problem. I like the way you write with no hesitation - you don't hold back- not fearing to ask questions... You say enough that the reader knows what you're talking about, yet you allow the reader to ponder the questions/words. Though I am no professional writer nor do I know what 'experts' look for in poetry, I was sincere when I wrote "great poem here". Have a great Sunday :)
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Thanks...
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inquisitive...
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