Why Me

A boy was born in a family,
Raised as an adult,
Rather than a child,
One day when he awoke,
He asked his friends, why me?
They just stood their lost with no answers,
The boy asked God, Why me?
Even God was lost with no answer in sight,
He asked God why was he cursed when he was suppose to be blessed,
He heard no answer, saw no sign,
The little boy wanted to get away,
He wanted to sleep,
Sleep forever, to be never awakened,
Away from all the pain and worries that haunted him day and night
, He asked himself the same question everyday,
What could I have done so wrong?
That I must endure so much pain,
As the boy laid in his bed,
Turning the lights out, closing his eyes,
He kept on asking Why me, Why me, Why me…

(11900005)   Copyright © 08/01/2005 Ronil Tataria