Into Whining

Into whining, into guessing, a day was guessing,
More important than mahogany, but upstairs;
Forming study, the question forbade us
As the apartment of knowledge entered our minds.

We were guessing and leading to answers,
Questions survived the chances, the telegrams;
There was lying more than us and everyone,
Yet the guesses welcomed us, as they were true.

poem by Naveed Akram
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