I often wonder
does research lead us anywhere?
Did I not know, before going, where I wanted to go?
Did I ever question why I wanted to reach
where I wanted to go?
Am I a researcher who before reaching
knew the destination?
I wonder why I am curious?
Is it natural to know the unknown?
Why ask question when one knows the answer?
Why should I look for unexpected success?
Why should accidents make me happy?
Why should I plan for a catastrophe?
Why should I work for humanity?
Why should I wear rose-tinted glasses?
When I can see, why I feign blindness?
Am I free as a researcher?
Why I feel lonely, deliberately?
Why a researcher thinks research is a natural thing?
Why should I spend time on what is disappearing?
Why shouldn't miracles remain miracles?
Why duplication when there is only one original?
Why should I rejoice when I get my new toy.
Why should I leave parents, unattended,
in the hope of a mirage
that is likely not be seen when I go near?
Why should I be dead longer than I am alive?
Why shouldn't I spend time doing something that makes me worthwhile?
Isn't research that thing that makes me worthwhile?