Why..................

Those were the grains ……….the grains of sand
Lying bare in her outstretched hand
Of them she was loved by all
All loved her and she loved them all

She saved them from the wind that could have blown them away
And from the rains that could have washed them away
She protected them with all her might
But still lost one the other night

The lost grain was dearest of all
And she could do nothing to save its fall
And its fall was the saddest fall
For that grain was the dearest of all

That grain was hope, her strength, her pride
No longer ….because the hope has died
The strength has weakened and the pride is lost
For she lost someone she loved the most

The loss would change her life for years to come
And not a thing she could do to make the past undone
The tears rolled from the shut eyelids
Through the sunken cheeks to dry lips

The Supreme did nothing to wipe her tears
To heal her wounds or to allay her fears
Why is HE so uncaring, unloving and unfair
And gives people death, demise, despair

How could he hurt someone so fragile
And before thinking did he spare a thought for a while
“Why”?? I ask and I ask again “Why”??
“Why is it like this”??? …….and I can only sigh.

Ankit Goenka

26/08/06
©copyright Ankit Goenka 2007

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