Why? Why? Why?…
What is the purpose of my life?
What good I am doing to someone?
I have no answer, and want to know…
Why the bright sun never shine its light on me?
Why every tongue curse me and every eye stares me?
Why I was born to breathe alone?
Why it is only sorrow my companion?
I am made not to see the light…
Lots of shadows around me and no friends in sight.
The music is silent to my ears,
Living in fear always shed tears.
It is a disgrace that I am even here,
No person is near me to love and care.
Like to run so far over the horizon,
Far from the sky, moon and the sun.
Go to a far off place
Even though if it is my grave…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag