How shall I know;
the truth you told,
the reasons you hold,
the priceless heart of gold,
the things ever sold.
How shall I know;
the beauty of the blossom,
the pouch of the opossum,
little world in the microcosm,
when you play possum.
How shall I know;
you ever lie,
Your heart ever fly,
The sky so high,
when you ask 'why'.
How shall I know;
the sky is the limit,
the scent in the civet,
the area between the wicket,
the role of the rivet.
How shall I know;
the origin of the world,
the sadness of the bird,
the memories thus blurred,
the stories unheard.
how shall I know.........
Ajay Maini
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