What does it mean?
Why do nights have dreams?
Why do we get up and scream?
When we see something rare
It’s enough to scare
It’s not even real
Then also we feel
Is it God’s scheme?
But every time my mind is like,
What does it mean?
The grass is so green
A green pigment is seen
Everybody knows
Still, my mind slows
To think
Why is the grass so green?
How is pigment seen?
Is it God’s scheme?
But every time my mind is like,
What does it mean?
Why is nature so mysterious?
Why can it make things so precious?
Why can’t humans copy it?
Why does their effort don’t fit?
So here’s what I think:
Is it God’s scheme?
Not as easy as it seems
But every time my mind is like,
What does it mean?
Oh yes, what does it mean?