“Don’t you want to know?” Says the first stranger on the bench. “Know what?” The other replies.

“Everything.

Why my eyes are gray-

 Why the wind replies-

     When the sky will be dark again-

        What will be the last song you 

            Hear before you die  ?”

Hunched over- the other plugged it’s ears and cried.

“No!” It screamed. “I will never die.”

“ What you dream about at night -

   Why humans write poems?

       Why can’t I get this one right?

          Why the world has to end 

             For every one of us-

               Why do we get to be sentient?

                  And why do you still cry?“

“No!” The other figure in my mind breathed- “I don’t want to know” it mouthed.

And with pounding heartbeat, the two outlines in my head collide.