Solitary Ripple

To my dismay
I stopped asking why?
For if I ever tried
I was crushed with what....

To my pique'
I stopped asking who?
For if ever I peeped
I was shadowed with how....

To my uncertainty
I stopped asking where?
For if ever I dared
I was misguided with glare....

Now I stay silent
And people often ask....
What, why, how and where
I left my cheer....
Yet whisper stirs within.

Image © Abhimanyu Tiwary