Trapped In a Prison of Questions
The knowledge seekers roam
across world’s rivers, mountains,
and deserts, searching for answers.
They question: “why do roses bloom?”
“when did winds start blowing?”
“where did fire come from?”…..
Piles of books and scrolls
that surround them in the dusty library,
have made them forget the beauty
of living and celebrating life; thirst for knowledge
has engulfed them in a mist of questions,
unable to see happiness
they were born to experience.
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