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'But I Wonder Often'.

Jan 13, 2025
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Updated: Jul 17, 2025

By Rahul Marskole


Everything I see, everything I feel.

Everything I touch, everything I hear.

It seems all real. But I wonder often...

Is it really real though?! 


I walk in the day, I walk in the night. 

I am movie forward. But I wonder often...

Am I reaching my goals though? 


I work in the fields. I plant the seeds. 

I water the crops, I sell foods in the market. 

I feed the people. But I wonder often... 

Is someone sleeping empty stomach tonight? 


I live among people. I have 100's of friends on Social Media. 

I like their pictures. They share their videos with me. 

I congratulate them on their success. 

But I wonder often. Do I really have real friends though? 


I saw you. You saw me. 

We were in same class in the school. 

But I wonder often. Is it really coincidence though? 


I learn myself first. Then I teach them. 

I give my 100% to all my students. 

But I wonder often. 

Will everyone make it in life though? 


I practice medicine. I do complex surgeries. 

I treat patients with all my knowledge and kindness.

But I wonder often... 

Will everyone survive though.

 

I infiltrate the borders. I shoot the enemies. 

I treat the wounded. I raise the flag. 

I fight the war at your command. 

But I wonder often... 

Am I really creating the peace though? 


I pray to Gods. I work hard & pay taxes. 

I help to build the society. I am a noble citizen. 

But I wonder often. 

Am I living my dreams though? 


The End


By Rahul Marskole





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