Where is the happiness without the sadness?

Where is the happiness without the sadness?

Where is the sympathy without the deprivation?

Where is the care without the carelessness?

Where is the love without the hate?

Where is the success without the malfunction?

Where is the life without the death?

Where is the truth without the lie?

Where is the god without the devil?

Where is the ‘you’ without ‘I’?

Where is the belief without the unbelief?

Where is the heaven without the evil?

Where is the stress without the relief?

Where is the hope without the fear?

Where is the tree without the shoot?

Where is the month without the year?

Where is the 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?

For the questions are like oceans

And these are the captions

And these are subjects of books;

Where? What? Why? Who? How… fill oceans?

Where men ponder to it hooks.

The above nonsense and humorous poem is something like ‘where is the choice in the jail.’  As we know, lock up is mean to break out but life has no choice to be with this.  It’s in the heart, in the soul where lies the reasons of all-the sense.