Why??!!

WHY??!!


           

Why this world is full of humans instead of other creatures?

Why this world is full of demons instead of fairies? 

Why this world is full of desperations instead of delights? 

Why it is only about money? not mercy! 

Why it is only about power?not poor! 

Why it is always for a group? not for an individual!! 

Why it is always about standards and stereotypes? 

Why it is only for the one who already have everything; 

not for the one who strive to get something! 

Why it supports policies and are against when implementing? 



Why it is always about everyone else and not for self? 

Why it is always about people,not nature? 

Why one is bad? another is good?!! 

Why one smiles? another cries? 

Why one kills to make other live? 

Why everything happens so easily for one; 

whereas another don't get it even after being drained upside-down? 

Why one is fair? another is dark? 

Why all these are happening?!!Why?Why??? 

 

(The above poem is the result of deep dilema and frustration which I had after seeing a 5yr old kid standing on the roadside in the mid of the sun without even footwear helping his parents in construction work....he could not even able to take or hold that trowel by his tiny fingers still he tried and helped somehow!!!

At the same time I also saw a same-aged kid in shoes, probably the owner's child of that building; having everything which a normal child requires....!

 

Alright, being not too emotional; I wanted to convey that this is reason behind the question marks in my poem. If you ever come across any such things please do the least you can and try to be an answer for these!)

 

Spread kindness! Spread happiness!!

Thank you!

 


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