Things not always cast in iron
The rain today maybe tomorrow’s dew,
Wonder if we leave the best for last
Will we have nothing ever to rue.

People, people and people anew
Outnumbered is Nature on this score,
The Sands, the Seas, the lands too
Some sail and some like standing on the shore.

If it’s just more of the same always
And if nothing ever really changes
Then, wonder why this strange attachment
To a world that only successfully, deranges.

Wonder if the breeze it is
That blows our precious Time away
Else, why does Time hang still sometimes
Wonder why it is this way.

Wonder at so many things
At life over thousands of years,
At how the Nightingale melodiously sings
And I, at my fears and tears.

Wonder what the hereafter is
The fantasy of Eternity,
The nothingness of heaven and hell
And, the wonders of this mystery.

Wondering is the essence of it all
Makes it easier to stand tall,
Wondering as we look at the stars
Which one tonight will descend, nay fall.

Never give up on wondering
For, it displays a new world a day,
Wonderful, then, how at each sunrise
It’s a different game that we’d, possibly, play.

Wondering is a form of Hope
Wondering helps in the daily Cope,
Wondering where the pinnacle is
And how sharp the return downward slope.

Wonder what Life  really is
Wonder if there’s more to it,
Wonder if the reality lies
In the oft- propounded “accident” bit

For, then no questions would occupy the mind
No reasons for living would we need to find,
Nor worry over what legacy
That we,  willy- nilly, leave behind.

Wonder, Wonder, Wondering,
All it takes is a bit of asking
Yourself, and no other, brother
Wonder, and in the sun you’ll be basking.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)