We Have the Knowledge of All These and Still

Wherefore the pride in being proud? Whence the deciduos beauty once to be moulded by a shroud. Wherefore the exhilarition and glory in war ? Whence these vain citadels brim out only harrowing tears. Wherefore the joy in bamboozling others? Whence from sin can't we run or escape neither. Wherefore the pleasure in speaking irony? Whence pronouncing the sweet can act as sweet as honey. Wherefore the divide between richness and poverty? Whence one notion stands before God and thats equality. Wherefore the grief in the death of nears and dears one's? Whence no tears brims while passes away others. We have the knowledge of all these and still; Mind will be in its own place till enlightment in our mind gets filled.