RIDDLES 

Many things in life comes in riddle, 

Sometimes it prick you like a needle, 

And the pain, you have to handle, 

The fire of curiosities set it kindle, 

And face the fears of the riddle. 

When life gives you a choice,

It remains for you to choose,

Don’t be hasty for the choice,

You have to listen to the voice,

Of reason before you choose. 

What is known is known, 

We wish to know the unknown, 

What is unknown will be known, 

And anyone that has known, 

Will wish never to have known. 

Sometimes the price of knowledge is silence,

In the kingdom of red violence,

People tend to suspect any utterance,

The good will take the chance,

And the wise will then be silence.