As you grow up, you know,
With a question, begins all the learning.
Sometimes, you find answers unknown;
Sometimes, your mind is still yearning.

As an adult, when you are thrown challenges at;
When you wish to go back, but you can’t ever be a child.
With a question, begins your identity.
Sometimes, into a great man you’re made, sometimes riled.

Time passes by, you grow old and grey,
One heap of success you’d have and your story told;
Life that began, would now be a question again,
With healthy times gone far and a wait- for death to unfold.

Poetess is currently working as Research Associate with Department of Anatomy, Kasturba Medical College, Manipal and can be reached at priyadarshini@folks.co.in