The Eternal Question

• Gursewak Singh, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

O Life, what brings thee here at such a gloomy hour?
For what purpose doth thee wander the ruins of this place?
Stare bleakly into the horizon and gape desperately at petty allure, for such is a flower.
Utter nonsense and stubbornly tire thy tongue, plastering false emotions on thy face.

O Life, for what gains doth thee come here for?
What could this world offer thee, for it is poor?

O Mortal, in every hour of despair, waiting for the next, lies hidden, hope.
In these ruins that stand lifelessly, for every soul, is buried a treasure.
Such is this world that thou must seek beauty in the most trivial of things, only then can thee cope.
I speak words of comfort and share emotions with those who dwell in the darkest of caves; this is my measure.

O Mortal, one comes and works tirelessly to reach their destination, achieving only disappointment.
I come here to reap the fruits of the journey, for they are richer than the final reward, that is my investment.