I Ask The Question: Why?

Life, an endless struggle,

A fight that continues at every point of time,

A war between your heart and mind,

A tussle between your frail body and weakest of the times,

You yourself don’t like to indulge in what you know as life,

You fight, you fight, and you fight….     

Endless miseries keep gently kissing you throughout your life,

I ask the question, why?

Why do you even live life?

Why do you allow the thorns to pierce your happiness, why?

Dissatisfaction surrounds you, are you still willing to keep up the fight?

Every phase, every moment, every stage of what you know as life,

Turns blurry in-front of your eyes,

You lose your eyesight, you lose your vision, and you lose the meaning of human life,

I only ask the question why, why do you even live life, why?