By Karishma Chopra
Sometimes late at night I sit with myself and ponder,
What will I do in this prodigious world of wonder?
What is life and what is its purpose?
Or are we all just a part of a circus?
Is it a burlesque with embellished duties?
Or is it nothing of that sort?
Is it just me in the wee hours with my thought?
Does anything truly matter at last?
Would our ashes even be able to change the past?...