why does the land burn?
why does my home shatter?
why the tears in my eyes?
why do the innocent die?
the wrongs of one,
paid by everyone.
why is there rage?
why cant we live in same age?
why do we keep "I" so high?
why attacks of terror?
is there nothing better?
these are the foul thoughts,
killing the peace in the womb.
why do we fight for land?
why is everybody so mad?
why am I not free?
what is that is holding me?
will my peace be my prison?
and I'll always be a slave and not a person.
Why do I ask so many questions?
why poor live on road but rich in mansions?
why water comes for a price?
why no truth but only lies?
why no more trees to grow?
why no happiness but only feelings of low?
is the destiny or the choices I made,or am I living the hell created by the human spade.
It's written in grief I have in my heart for the choices people make but everybody has to live,It's written with the question that why these wars, why we fight why at all we never respect what we have but live in the greed,I know I have many questions, I know many will never be answered but if not all someday some of these will find the rightful answer and that day will the day of human awakening.
--Vineet Aggarwal 'The Bard'
