Who Knows?!

Who Knows?! short poem

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Is there only black and white?
Who knows?
Is there only darkness or light?
Who knows! Who knows!
Where are the shades of grey?
Who knows?
Where are the words I wanted to say?
Who knows! Who knows!
Is there only heaven or hell?
Who knows?
Are there only fears to quell?
Who knows! Who knows!
Where is the love I’m supposed to feel?
Who knows?
Why isn’t my armour made of steel?
Who knows! Who knows!
Is there only day and night?
Who knows?
Is there only flight or fright?
Who knows! Who knows!
Can I see my destined road at all?
Who knows?
Can I bear to stand if I fall?
Who knows! Who knows!
Is there only love or fear?
Who knows?
Is there no one I can hold dear?
Who knows! Who knows!
Is there only false and true?
Who knows?
Is there a difference between me and you?
Who knows! Who knows!

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A little about me needs some thinking am I a writer? an artist? I'm also good at singing I love the stage Don't think I look my age maybe I'm a trainer or a poet? but don't worry I am on it. :-).
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Preeti
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Very poignant observations:) Good one!

Laya Sarath
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He he..I loved it too..but yep I felt its like a happy poem when you used who knows 🙂

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