Life is this

 This question arises

 In my mind

 Feelings rise

 This is human life

 To be born and

 Back again

 Sitting in thought

 Question oneself

 Not getting the answer

 Flashing questions

 Sometimes broken

 In your own existence

 Embrace deep sorrow

 Day and night

 No one understood

 Never stop the pain in the eyes

 Give teasing unintentionally

 My own questions

 Have a lot to say

 I want to write on life

 But can't say

 Can't write

 Can't find solution

 By oneself

 Why can't I say anything now

 Also have questions

 How do I feel about you

 What I say

 Will you all understand

 This flow of my mind

 Can you answer

 Of my living questions

 The questions I press

 I've been waiting for years

 Why can't I solve

 What is life after all

 What human body

 Why are how long

  This question always comes

 After hearing all this, none of you too

 If the answer does not come

 I am helpless to answer my own questions

 Why is the body

 Are mortal, the body has to be destroyed

 Then why am I attached to the body?

 Day is getting worse after birth