The passive riddle remains unsolved As the darkness spread wings Akin to murdered heart, black flowers bloom Who harboured those pebbles To break the crying silence So the passive riddle keeps on expanding So the emotions goes on reckoning Towards an old temple haunted in greens That old black snake still crawling on the walls Spitting blue venom everywhere Entangled in itself pushing the ruins Who brought those black flowers Someone broken them from murdered heart To offer to the oblivious deity Begging for the divine enlightenment So the passive riddle remains unsolved ©YashMehta The Passive Riddle #alone
