She asked me if I'd seen it.
After a jiffy I wanted to reply if I'd seen it.
On further consideration I asked myself if I'd really seen it.
So I unknowingly began to meditate on that because I wanted to know if I'd really seen it.


The next day I went to enquire to her If she'd seen it also,
And why she'd asked me if I'd seen it moreso,
But once again she asked me whether I'd seen it or not.
So again I went back home thinking about wether I'd really seen it or not.


Then again, I decided to ask CO,
If he had seen it or not.
Maybe I'd discover whether I myself had seen it or not too I thought.
So he told me that he hadn't seen much of it.
And I was more confused than ever.


Was there really a time when I'd seen it?
Was there a moment I'd longed for it?
Over and over again I thought.
Till a further question approached my mind.
Was I really longing to see it and why?
And I began to ask myself, what is "it" by the way?



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