Questions, questions…
Life itself, bent like the question mark,
An unsolved puzzle, a mystery unanswered;
It’s a life-long prayer, on which you embark,
Till sweet death caresses all answers…

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[During the Gujrat riots...]

Anger, scorching hell, fire, melting flames,
Life is the pawn, in these deadly games,
The gulf burns, corpses by the barrow,
Is this man, so cheap, so narrow?
This time even satan won’t take the blames…