The Man Who Knew Too Much

By Nikita Mohan

As he ascended towards his destination,

The golden staircase floating in the sky

He was hit by a sudden realization

Grief subdued and overcame joy

It was here where he would find peace

But more than that, answers

Who gave the sound to music, and colour to trees?

A lifelong puzzle that was yet to be solved

There he stood ablaze, with a warm smile

“Welcome back, my son. You’ve been gone a while.”

“Is it really you?”, asked the man with tears.

“Welcome to the holy land; with abundance of laughter and absence of fears.”

He took his hand, and they treaded on

Amongst the clouds at the crack of dawn

“How big is the Universe?”, blurted the man

“And was it made by you?”

“Funny you should ask, for I have some questions for you too.”

Puzzled, the man questioned, “What don’t you know that I do?”

“Tell me, my son. What is it like to be you?”

“You made me”, replied the man. “How could you possibly not know?”

“Well, that is why I made you; to learn from you and grow.”

“Only a human can tell me how it’s like

To experience joy, grief, and anger in all their might.

I wish I could descend and live like you myself

The mystery of being—that is all there is.

There is no secret, it is all within

And when you find it, I’ll be waiting right here to listen.”

By Nikita Mohan