If the tunes come to an end in the midday of creation,
Oh rhythmist how will you arrnge
The fair of tunes, here on earth?
If I question you....
If lanuguages end the moment you set out your boat in the sea of thoughts,
Oh poet how will you worship the queen of poetry, the Autumn?
If I question you....
And if you find out that colurs are also gone halfway through your painting,
Oh artist how will you complete the unfinished portrait?
If I question you....
If hopes end at disappointment in the daybreak of life
And storms and rains destroy the half blooming flower,
of friend can you stop the destroyer of creation?
If I question you....
(Literal translation of an Assamese song 'Jadi Moi Prashna Karu' , Sung by late Jayanta Hazarika)
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My dad always told me there is no such thing as a stupid question; better to ask and feel awkward, than to not ask and be left in ignorance. And he's a surgeon, so he stressed to me the DANGER of ignorance... it can KILL. :-p So, I say, no question has ever stopped creation... in fact, questions enhance creation...
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