Just tell me why

Just tell me why

A Poem by Sarita

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

why things are so uncertain,

why things lead to confusion,

why things make life distraughted,

why cant we achieve tranquility,

Is there any answer,

Is there a way,

Please tell me....am I not in the rt way???

it seems so simple,

it feels divine when good things are on ur side

still a question at the end of the day,

is this the way i wanted,

or will it lead to me to the rightt way,

hoping for the solution,

I ran to and fro,

but again the same old dilemma

is this the end...or have i got serenity..

things would change things would change

repeating this over and over again

trying to smile all the way

and again i met the age old query

and the same panicky state

lied there lamed my inner happiness,

trying to get rid of all the obligations

and putting all its efforts to stand

giving me all the guts to smile

and say confidently yes I am happy in this dam bad world

© 2010 Sarita


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Ending is what i thought about:)
you rightly said that you should makes your guts strong
enough to fight..this is life..sometimes worse ..sometimes good
but judging it is very difficult every time..
this piece you have written is really nice..i enjoyed reading it:)
Keep writing!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Ending is what i thought about:)
you rightly said that you should makes your guts strong
enough to fight..this is life..sometimes worse ..sometimes good
but judging it is very difficult every time..
this piece you have written is really nice..i enjoyed reading it:)
Keep writing!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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A Poem by Sarita