Don't Ask, Why?

Don't Ask, Why?

Dogged and undaunted,
The eddies swirl high
Rising from the dungeon,
To ask the reason why?


Why is it on the top
The fear of tumbling?
Why is it at the ankles
The fear of stumbling?

Swept is the sand
Leaving it all-bare,
The heart understands it
But mind differs to care!

Why on land
The dales of honesty,
Now reigned by coup-
Of the brazen dynasty?

Why does the wanton wind
Play on the sea-bed,
Only to tear apart-
The imperturbable red.

Cast all whys
Exhorts the zephyr,
Questioning is but
Viling the fervour.

The withered optimism
Yet to fade away,
Strung rigid to the pole
Causing fears to allay.


Sketch the figure-
Of unabated determination ,
Splash the hue
Of honesty's culmination

Sweep all filth
From every nook,
Let the senses breathe
An unadulterated look!


The eddies will calm,
Time will bestow its balm,
Stretch your determined palm,
To clasp every helpless arm !