Whenever I venture forth

Into that great unknown

The world outside, that is,

I bump into people,

Who ask questions:

What’s your name?

So, where are you really from?

Where do you live?

Are you single?

Are you married?

How many kids?

Who are your friends?

Do you keep regular hours?

What’s your age?

What do you do for a living?

What is your level of education?

What made you choose that profession?

Do you work-out in that gym?

How do you like the city?

What do you do for entertainment or fun?

Sometimes, I have to wonder

Whether people are concerned

Or just curious.

Heaven forbid, however,

If you decide to question

Your teacher, spouse, boss.

Immediately, people will brand

You as a trouble-maker or

A disruptive element.

It just works that way.

Don’t ask questions, buddy,

If you know what’s good for you,

Just do what everybody else

Is doing or I know where you live.

I feel like I have just

Become the victim

In a movie about the mafia.

Ring a bell, folks?

Questions haunt me like a ghost.

Questions follow me

Like a shadow.

There are questions

Galore for every occassion.

The moment you step

Out of your home, sweet home

Rest assured,

You will find a busybody

Who will ask a question.

And some people actually

Enjoy such questions.

They think it is cool

And feel like kids

In a candy store.

Whenever I am asked

A question I feel like

I am being interrogated

In a police chamber.

It won’t take long

For an officer to

Place me on probation

And I’ll be handcuffed

Stand in front of a gallery

Of rogues and devils,

I will have to pose

For a mug-shot and

Law enforcement will

Ask for my finger-prints.

Ah, such foolish questions.

Image by See-ming Lee 李思明 SML via Flickr