Quest
I began with questions that seemed ordinary,
Were they, but, simple? The self within was wary;
Started with small matters of curiosity,
Birth and death causes and effects seemed paucity...!
I search for my answer in each philosophy,
My question is in each wave of ecosophy;
The quintessence of my birth and my would-be death,
The gesticulation of existential breath...
Quest has doubled and tripled within and out, now,
Each step has full of fresh surprises, anyhow;
Powers, potentials, might, knowledge, and wisdom heights,
Rediscovered revaluations and their fights...
No swords, no battles, no dragons, and Dracula,
My quest is a passing path toward acura;
With fear, sloth, and fake oath I do not feel at ease,
My quest is oriented toward love, joy, and peace...!
Like a root emerging from a seed that travels,
Toward growing into a tree self unravels;
Isn't, yet, my movement, like a wavy-sea yachter?
Or, like, one in a desert, yearning for water...???
30 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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