i often wonder
how..that one streak of light,
so alone yet so bright
,challenges darkness in its own realm,

guides the sailor brooding from the helm.

i often wonder
how..in a desert of silence,
an expanse of calmness devoid of menace,
a cry, a laugh or even a distant call,
proves its being to one and all.

i often wonder,
when staring at the dark expressive blackboard,
the background to all education retold.
loses its relevence before one dot,
loses to the white chalk or even a white blot.

i often wonder,
in a sea of happiness, in the garland of friends,
how.. a thorn called “foe” makes so big ammends,
how ‘pain’ alone gathers such powers,
to overshadow joy, to trample the flower.

i still wonder…

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