Why it pains
when it's pennd by Him?
Things move beyond our wish;
Desires yet wait to survive,
why it pains.
When it's all known
Neither we can write nor erase;
only have to play our role,
Why it pains.

We are fashiond to function,
And dressed with culture;
Unaware of the right path, Moving to the lost destination;
keeps us wandering For that it pains.
© Ushas27