When a cheerful stream erupts,
From the lap of the mountains,
It knows not the length of its journey,
Before it mingles with the colossal sea.
When the meandering cloud rises,
From the bosom of the blue sea,
It isn’t aware where it will sprinkle its love,
And who will regale and smile at its touch.
With certain questions,
It’s better that they remain unanswered,
For they make the journey,
More meaningful and interesting.
It’s only time
Which can respond,
To the questions unanswered,
That keep emanating,
In the crevices and crannies of the mind.