subhadip bhattacharya


The chicken or the egg.


After travelling many places,
after reading many books.
After meeting many people,
going through customs, cultures,
and gazing at many
mountains, valleys, rivers.

The age old question came back to me.
Who came first?
The chicken or the egg?
Now I know the answer.

Depends who is asking...
If it is the chicken asking,
the egg came first.
If it is the egg asking,
the chicken came first.

As if, hopelessly if we ask,
if we have a future?
They say, look..
we have a past.
And if we ask, what is our past?
They say, look we have a future.

The first question of the world
goes unanswered.
From the second we pick up.

Submitted: Monday, February 03, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014
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