A Mystery
Even at that very time, When there was none, The moon was there and the sun, When somebody meet someone, They no more remain two, By heart they become one, Enjoying every moment as a fun. Sadness remain far from them, Happiness always comes as game, If anything happens to either, Amazingly the other feels the same, If someone has something to worry Truly the other feels that strain. What is that, I can’t explain How it goes, how it happen, If it’s ‘Mystery’, it will remain, But on this earth, it will repeat, Again and again, again and again… -Abhay Sushila Jagganath