An Eternal Bane

Sometimes Being alone,

I talk to myself what I am?

Why I am for? why I exist?

In this hustle and bustle,

Of the Divine life of hope.

But no answer comes,

And life keeps moving on,

Sometimes with bunch of joy,

And sometimes with pain,

Believing its God's grace.

Is God merciless for us?

We are given such fruit,

Which does not belong to,

Ages and ages we suffers,

That guilt is not ours!

We propose but God throws,

Water on our dreams and,

Our hopes which matters us,

Oh God! stop this Eternal Bane,

Forgive, show love for humanity.