Answers Are Due Poem by Pranab Kusum Dutta

With a few questions again
I arose leaving my tomb behind.

Deadlines often described as Love
As you knew,
As if nectar is ancillary to wine.
Something of that kind, O dear,
Drew me towards you.

Was it all we needed indeed?
Or to something else,
To what we are new?

Life,

A continuous flux of pain and fear,
Roar of laughter seldom sustains
You knew the truth is, only tear-
Is the thing that we could not hide
For eternal time, but always we tried.

What did we gain?
Something to gain is
Still due?