The Question remains.

Why is this deja-vu,
Why I feel nothin is new,
Why my heart still beats the same,
Why I again lost the game,
no reasons to my questions,
it happens time and again.

I've roamed the earth,
not once but many a times,
I've faced the death,
not once but many a times,
I had my share of breath,
not once but many times,
why I still remain,
no happiness, no remorse and no refrain,
only memories and questions in my brain.

There she goes, a friend I lost,
here he comes, an enemy with guns,
no rhythm and no rhyme,
blood, relation all drained for a dime,
it was then and it is now,
peace still a dream.

What am I looking for,
my search is for unknown,

no shape to define,
no name it has got,
some call Messiah and some god,
they say it's the power divine,
which makes the sun shine.

and I come looking again,
a new body, a new pair of jeans,
but the question remains.

--Vineet Aggarwal 'The Bard'

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