What has this world given me?
What has this world received from me?
These questions trouble me often?
In the silence of the night .
Am i alive?
or am i dead?
People say that I'm alive
So,i take it for granted that i 'm alive;
But the death in life,
The cold frustration,The rootlessness,
The cursed death wish
The agony of it all
And the ugliness of it all!
The ugly skeletons in the gilded cupboard
The so called near and dear ones
They come to me with an oily tongue
Stinking salival more dangerous than the venom of a serpent.
What harm,have i done to them?
Why do they choke me to death with their "sweet words"?
Tears run down my cheeks
When i look back....
My life has been a big waste
Quite meaningless!
'Don't cry over split milk'
Great sages say:
I cannot but 'look before and after
And mourn for what is not.
Life has been a quest to me
An eternal quest!'f at all i had some faith in something...'
That has not yet been realized
Ans will ne'er be realized!
I'm sinking
Into the depths of despair
It is not fair
To avoid me,faint Faith:
Give me new vigour,
Give me new life;
Show the seeds of faith in my faith.
Oh!then...I'll have more faith in you,Faith i
Still the question look at me and grin
What has the world given me?
What has the world received from me?
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