Without blinking

Without blinking stare at an object
Tears roll and no question is there why.

On oily paper pens do not write
No question is there why.

Water through fissures not leaking
Ocean floor and there is no question why.

The question is there is no question to put why.

I am just obseving and observing
I can shot
The mute then show gut.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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