Still Asking Why Am I Here
Still asking why am I here?
When a place I dont have clear feelings about;
To find carelessness is the current spout;
While kindness and feelings lead to drought.
It is usual spot for those who like to flout
Blindness and deafness despite my shouts
People inner mess rock me out.
Still asking why am I here?
Values and virtues dont take the counts
Bluntly it is the matter of ruthless amounts
Whenever I call for peace in and out
It is questioned with doubt.
Still asking why am I here?
Where the inner gifts have no sounds
While the fake voices glamoured around
In masked faces straying with no bounds
They are joyfully tapping high on the ground
Admiringly picture the looks of their wounds
Their sins are proudly crowned.
And still I am here living the surround....
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