How long these nights and days
months turning to years
and seasons repeating?
How long this quest of going
and coming to places
and seeing people with
overseen faces?
How long this getting up
and laying down?
How long to carry business
or pen in hand and
sadness in heart?
How long to balloon the
money pile and self
discovery with no answers
but only more questions?
How long to find the same
overplayed songs of the world,
the stories and
the drama of the people?
How long to ask these
‘how long’ questions?
Written by: Minu Jasdanwala
