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Standing along the sea shore
Looking at her sand-crusted toes
She sighs,
says, 'It's tough to be rocks,
constantly hit, wave after wave
then blasted, gust after gust!'

'Yeah' is all I say, while she waits
She knows, and me too
her thoughts are questions
without a question mark!
So I elaborate, like always,
'Your questions, are those
gusts and waves,
free, loose
Answers though,
are bound, fixed,
atleast expected to be
like, those rocks..

Animals are questions,
trees are answers
Planets are questions,
the Sun is an answer
Do you ever wonder if
every breathe, every step
you take is a question? '
She says out loud, 'But
the rocks won't withstand,
they break, into this
fine grains of sand,
ultimately
part of gusts, and waves
a sea or a cyclone
questions, even more questions!'

Slightly grinning, I keep
a grain of sand
on her palm, 'remember dear,
answers are not always
for questions, sometimes,
they are for prayers..
And this, right here,
is your answer! '