Sometimes I wonder...
Sometimes I wonder..
Why do we want to survive,
When we are eventually going to die?
Why do we laugh,
When we are eventually going to cry?
Why do we think,
When those thoughts are never going to be expressed?
Why do we run,
When we know in the end we will take rest?
Why do we praise the world,
When we know it's all fake?
Why do we want to work hard,
When all we want is a break?
Why do we believe,
When we keep losing faith?
Why do we reason,
When we blame it all on fate?
And above all,
Why do we love,
When we know that only because of love, there is hate?
||RidzFameen||
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Okay guys lets do something creative! I know a lot of you readers are poets or writers, and even if you aren't either of them, there will be some creative part in you.
Soooo...use that and try coming up with an answer to the above questions. You can answer to one set of the questions or all together. The answer can be in the form of a sentence, paragraph, story, or anyyyything.
I will selecting my favourites. If I like all of them, I will fuse all the answers into another poem as a reply to this. Or if there is one outstanding answer, then I'll post that. And I will dedicate the chapter to my most favourite reply.
So comment away! I will be eagerly waiting to see your creative side burst out. ❇
Assalamualaikum. Peace out.
:D
-Ridz Fameen.
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