THE ANGUISHES OF LIVING

Why is living so hard, why is to so very stiff?
Why does every notion every retort come with an “if”?
Why does nature grant one all and the other left to miss?
If this is the trend of the world, why is it so like this?

Why do the rainbows of hopes die away so soon?
Why for all efforts of his, he is lead to the scorching noon?
Why do the bonds of trusts unthread them selves leaving others detangled?
Why does man have to suffer for no fault of his?
If this is the trend of the world, why is it so like this?

Why do hands that once held in unison move themselves away?
Why in their unity they overlook they ruled with pride and sway?
Why did they burn themselves their ever strengthening rope?
That once bound them in valor and hope
Why did destiny leave him to mourn over this fate of his?
If this is the trend of the world, why is it so like this?

Will this world ever yield goodness?
Will some soul ever emerge?
Give solace to the pathos and provide them with purge
Will it bring happiness in eyes and its shine of the glee?
Will it nurse man’s wounds and his painful plea?

Will that ray ever come, will he live again?
In his barren life will there be rain?
Or will he wait till his last, for that eternal bliss?
If this is the trend of the world, why is it so like this?