Why Should I? ? ? ? ? ? Poem by K B Manchanda

Started for a journey
To forbidden land
The way was hard and long
Tried to call friends
who always sweared they were mine

Waited, wasted and busted
but my phone never rang
I smiled and nodded
my head in sheer solace
I looked in the skies
Thanked God once more
As He made me gain
my trust in myself again

Why someone should come
to my rescue? ?
When I am capable of
coming out of the blues
I am here to deliver
the very best of me to the world...

Why I am waiting?
Why and what for?
Why should I?
Why must I?
Oh come on...
Let me recoil
my strength
to face boldly
my adversities and despairs

To wait
Is not my fate
I am going to a forbidden land
Holding my own hand
In my own hand

Reached midway
Snapped the Engine
Got out of my car
I hear the stream's screams
And i did not scarce
when chilled air touched my face

The chill ran down my spine
and opened my eyes
As some lessons
One learns not in comforts
when I see poor and down trodden
who for a piece of bread do die
a thousand deaths
with every breath

What is the fate's approach
One dies of extreme hunger
and other buys plenty of gold............