Where is the happiness without the sadness?

Where is the happiness without the sadness?
Where is the sympathy without deprivation?
Where is the care without carelessness?
Where is the love without hate?
Where is success without malfunction?
Where is life without death?

Where is truth without a lie?
Where is god without the devil?
Where is 'you' without an 'I'?
Where is belief without unbelief?
Where is heaven without evil?
Where is stress without relief?

Where is hope without the fear?
Where is the tree without the shoot?
Where is the month without the year?
Where is man without the woman?
Where is the baby without the boot?
Where is the carriage without the cabman?

Where are the answers for all these questions?
The questions are like oceans.
These are the captions,
the subjects of books:
Where? What? Why? Who? How — fill oceans?
Where men ponder hooks.


Note:
The above nonsense and humorous poem is something like: "Where is the choice in the jail?" As we know, a lock-up is meant to be broken out of, but life gives no choice in this. It's in the heart, in the soul, where lie the reasons of all sense.