A crying child, along with his mother. A coffin covered by the tricolour.
No questions were asked.
Everyone knew, it was rather, a late homecoming.

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No Questions asked
And I was left behind with a Why
As he walked away
In search of his "Why".

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When all of them advised her
but didn't think important
to advise him. Thousands
of questions emerged but
chose not to ask because
she knows its just a
waste of time.

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He : "Give my heart back..
I found another shelter for it.."
She : "Why..?
Why me? Why not you ?
You also have my heart..Right??
Can you return? "
He : "Yes !!
Why not please take this away
because it has no use now.."
She : "Then return those beats too,,
which throbbed with your name.
Those blood cells which
circulated by your touch..
Then come to me I'll return with
No-questions-asked..."

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"No Questions Asked ".... By whom ?...
No matter what errors you make....
No matter how much you hurt.....
No matter what you do......
Who gives, gives & gives...
Only "Mother" 👩 can.......

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Both were walking through the woods in the autumn...

He questioned Her - "Why don't you tell Him that He has hurt You?"

She told Her Best Friend- "Do you see those leaves on the ground making crackling sound as we step on them?"

He, looking down, said - "Oh yaa! How they cheat the trees and leave them with the excuse of Autumn..."

She said- "Ya but the Trees remain at the same place where they left it.. They still love the autumn and endure the cold breeze as it brings the Spring nearer with Leaves again...with no questions asked."

He immediately said-"That's stagnancy..."

She nodded in denial and said - "Nope! That's letting go.... That's Forgiveness.. That's Love... With no complaints of being Hurt because their happiness matters..

And you ask Me why I Don't ask Him..or tell Him?"

The rest of journey had hiatus as the companion

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Remember, you promised that you'll never leave,
You know, that's an unfillable hollow deave.
You promised that you'll come back till you breathe last,
Then why no questions were asked ?? ❣

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Why?
Why have these beautiful symbols become the cause of rebellion ????

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The question always arises
that why can I not write
happy things?
What happened so bad to me
that pain became my biggest pal
and I write it down,
every time I write something down.
No question asked about my happiness
though,
no one wants to know that
why am I happy
but about pain,
everyone is curious.
And now my pain is curious
to know,
what if it doesn't bleed in the form
of blood this time
but in words?
Will it still be the pain
or can become
beautiful
Yet
Painful.

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A foolish question
asked for clarification
is far better than
a false assumption.

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