Shamasis Bhattacharya

Why do I write again?
Why am I in pain?
Why can’t things be right?

Why you ask, why again?

Why can’t people do good
Why can’t dreams come true
Why aren’t things controlled?

Why you ask why untold?

Why shall one see results
Why must there be a solution
Why can’t roads be smooth?

Why you ask, why not understood?

Why is it always hard
Why not an easy start
Why is it tough to end?

Why you ask, why this trend?

Why can’t minds be simple
Why can’t luck be ample
Why is this intrepid destiny?

Why you ask, why this brevity?

Why aren’t the sober free
Why are the robbers on a spree
Why don’t the evil rot?

Why you ask, why not fought?

Why are we still living
Why not living still
Why has life this futility?

Why you ask, why insanity?

Why do you question a lot
Why is advice sought
Why we’ll never know?

Why you ask, why die slow?