Questions of Life
I don’t have answers to all the questions of life,
As I believe things can’t be just black or white.
Life is a collection of many shades,
Which have been formed all these decades.
I can be happy I can be sad,
I can feel pain I can be glad.
There are no answers to the tears of my eyes,
Or the lips that smile.
I am not stupid,
I just don’t know how to put it.
I was not given any suggestions,
Before I was bombarded by these aggressions.
It seems I don’t have expressions,
For things that have left deep impressions.
Even if I understand it right,
I don’t have answers to all the questions of life.