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....