The reason

The mirror on my wall has just asked me my roots today 

Folks I thought were my own asked the very meaning of my being alive here .

I have been wandering through the plains of pain and written on my face is moments of endurance and its balance time sheet.

My honour has already become my madness and the venom I gulped down has become my colour and my face today.

As I make my come back for once and all I have forgotten the art of smiling and laughter itself 

This lane of has forgotten me and I have erased it completely from my life 

Those whom who were dear and near just points finger and ask for the reason of me being alive 

I have no answer for them ..I walk away in despondency. 

My journey has brought me to the market of this whole gamete 

This is the place where love an

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d honesty is for a sale today .

DNA s are sold and wombs are on the shelves today 

Heart is on sale oh! Mind is too on the hot list.

In this everchanging world some times It feels where is and who is God 

Or is that people sell God too cheaper than a pellet of sand .

My own just keep asking the rationale of my existence and life by pointing their fingers.

Every seller and buyer seems sold out in this crazy maze even God 

Who gains and loses 

It is all a gambling and relatios just one night stand.

My breaths are counted 

What ever I hold on is taken away 

I stand in the cold empty hands empty heart 

My own whom I thought my folks ..ask my reason to keep on and on

I just go on ...and on

I never give up and my ..trust ...my God may be!