Why do we like to bear the cross we need’nt yet we do it with passion
Why do we like to play the martyr when we sit back and watch the fun
Why do we love to be the sacrificial goat , oh yes when it is no fun?
Why do we poke our nose, when all we could do is stay away
Why do we pamper children so much that they make a quick getaway
Why do we think well behaved children mean success in life
Why do we compare with others when we are in strife…
Why do we not for a change walk with our noses held high in the air
Why do we feel that the whole lot of friends and the world are unfair
Why do we sniff and sob through situations
Why do we just laugh away all our tensions…
Why do we consider world to be a platform to express our feelings
Why do we feel that life is beyond all negoitations and dealings
Why O Why is the world a question mark for people like me
Are you the luckier one, or do you want to jump into my canopy??