When the answers that hooked the questions
All aligned in a strange way
With the numbers, even and odd and in between
Somehow then arises doubtful and firm thoughts
Thoughts to segregate and temper those reasons
Like pepper and salt, tested and tried, solutions
Rises answers like smoke from the hooka
The troubled mind interrogated
The answers are always unquestioning
And the reasons are always amusing
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/questions-and-answers-11/
