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For Why?
Why the world is so large,
Yet is your garden so small?
And that too, where spring ever dies,
Where grasses forget the baby's crawl !
Why your daisy eyes dare not be the butterfly’s,–
Who doesn't see the world so wee?
Why are your feelings brief, broken syllables?
Why don't you plant the juvenile tree?
You missed a lot – O organic pool !
You never know a blue wren flew o'er you !
Years, you spurned the seasonal rooster;
You heard of ‘panacea’, but never fully grew !
Why do you not have a ‘why’ for all,
For all the means here you ought to be?
Maybe that's why you stare at skull to sigh;
Man becomes what he hardly thinks to be.
© soumik299
Yet is your garden so small?
And that too, where spring ever dies,
Where grasses forget the baby's crawl !
Why your daisy eyes dare not be the butterfly’s,–
Who doesn't see the world so wee?
Why are your feelings brief, broken syllables?
Why don't you plant the juvenile tree?
You missed a lot – O organic pool !
You never know a blue wren flew o'er you !
Years, you spurned the seasonal rooster;
You heard of ‘panacea’, but never fully grew !
Why do you not have a ‘why’ for all,
For all the means here you ought to be?
Maybe that's why you stare at skull to sigh;
Man becomes what he hardly thinks to be.
© soumik299
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