Riddle me this
Riddle me this - Yatharth dutt In the forest of life, Craving for my bliss; A sage asked me, Riddle me this. When bonds in my heart Flowing away like sand; Why I found my bliss, Holding a stranger’s hand. Trying to escape, This vicious rat race; Why is an artist termed, The societies’ disgrace. To reach your aim, You once sold your soul; Why you sigh today, Thinking of your goal. What do you see, Grass or dust; What do you choose, Love or lust. Every time in school, You earned the first place; Then what made “Snape” forget, The meaning of always. Always wished, For my childhood to remain; Yet to set it free, Never broke the chain. Tried many doors, No connection was drawn; How in a Stranger, I found my home. Made fun of others, You always had a pun; Ever looked i...