Why do we grow old,
When our hearts desire to be young.
Why do we feel sad,
When we want to merrily sing song .
Why do we need beloved ones,
When we don't care for them dearly.
Why do we need liberty,
When we don't perceive it clearly.
Why do we have to be quiet,
When we have the senses to sense.
Why do people think we're meek,
When we endeavour having common sense.

And why people tell you what to do,
When they're puzzled themselves.
Why people tell you that you're sad,
When they cannot aspire happiness.


© Neelam Sharma