THE ANSWER IS NOT MINE








Everything
 happens for my good…
The more I tell it to myself, truer it sounds.

Everything is taken care of…
The more I think about it, the calmer my heart becomes.


Everything has a life… comes and goes…
The more I look up to the skies,
The sunnier my heart grows.


Everyone comes in my life,
Including my best friend and the worst enemy,
Only to make me a finer, stronger and saner  human…
The more I believe in it,
The more beautiful this world appears to live in.


Everyone is imperfect like me –
Brave as me, feeble as me, lost as me and blessed as me…
The more I tell it to this world,
The kinder my soul breathes…

This very moment,
I am weighed down by the question:
“What will happen,  tomorrow?”
Yes, the question is real…
It is very much there…
Making me anxious, a lot scared.
But then, I know, every question is just a question…
The answer is not mine…
The question, always, is!


I am done with this confession…
I am done with the question…
I am done with 
One more embrace of 
Amazing grace…


Thank you,
One more bridge, one more tunnel… and one more pass…
Thank you.




GERALD D’CUNHA

THANKS:
The image used in this Post is by Ashok Ahuja. He is a professional Photographer and a very dear friend of mine. He is also one of the founder members of The Dawn Club, and, along with his gifted-artist wife, Sudha, has been helping me, and the Club, right from its inception.



Comments

Gerald D'Cunha said…
One can relate with the movement in this amazing poem!

With my gratitude,

. Pravin
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thank Pravin, I am happy U liked this post.

Yes, it is very relatable... because our Life issues are!

Love,

GERRY
Anonymous said…
It is rightly said,"EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A PURPOSE"....

So much one can relate to this piece.

Thanks Sir

Regards Soniya.

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