I keep asking why
The sun does not fall
From that far sky
And burn us all.
I keep asking why
My blood is red
And why I'd die
If all i shed.
I keep asking why
The sky is blue
And not another dye-
A different hue.
I keep asking why
The wind's colourless
And why every eye
Of it is clueless.
WHY? ...I keep asking
Many a question
But I know one thing:
Poetry is my passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem