Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Poem: Courtesy

By: Team PenTastic
By Siddharth Samal, 2nd year, IT

Why do they ask "How are you?" ?,
What do they mean ?
Do they really want me to sing an ode,
to my confounding state;

For I can never find a single word,
To make sense of how we are,
Or where we are going;

The human courtesy is a riddle.

Cursed is the man who seeks reason.
Ignorance was never bliss either,
Nothing is;
We make it up as we go,
Concurring in our little schemes,
Finding ways to keep those chemicals running,
Sweet serotonin;

So stop asking me that question,
You do not want to know,
The muted chaos it all is;
Tell me the state of your existence,
To break the ice?

I wish people were honest
about how clueless they really were
We could all revolt
and for once,
happily say "I don't know"
It would be a more honest world,
Keep on asking why
And you will find the chaos I see.

1 comment:

  1. "Keep on asking why, And you will find the chaos I see "
    Just an intriguing thought !
    Excellent work. Could improve more.