Abha Sharma

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2. Oh God Why Me? - Poem by Abha Sharma

A bomb blasted in the train
Many people lost their life
A little boy orphaned
Cried: Why only my parents….?

Tsunami flooded the shore
Many coast submerged
The beachside family reported missing
Kinfolk grieved: Why only my family….?

Earthquake battered the town
Complete population grounded
The victims unheard petition
Resounded: Why only our zone….?

A blind baby delivered
Of beautiful parents
The mother could not stop her tears
Lamented: Why only my child….?

The entry ticket to this world
Is marked with obnoxious barb
Adversity nurses the virtue of man
But why in such appalling garb?

Comments about 2. Oh God Why Me? by Abha Sharma

  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (6/14/2009 10:14:00 AM)

    A good question has been raised in this poem that has
    bifurcated its essence in contexts of complaint to the God
    and the harsh realities of life mostly considered as a
    catastrophe.. What we face is the result of what we do..so
    still in each situation, keeping your pragmatism alive is the
    best option mankind has.........
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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (9/7/2008 1:12:00 PM)

    It is a nice composition of emotion towards God. (Report) Reply

  • Cyclopseven R (7/1/2008 1:51:00 AM)

    Oh God, Why Me? Its a question for series of unending answers. Only eternity behold the mystery of this question. Good one buddy. I like this very very much. (Report) Reply

  • (6/6/2008 6:59:00 AM)

    Nobody knows why wrong things happen to us. I believe there is a reason behind every creation that's why it happens but I specially pray to God for my people who are fighting for thier lives everyday. May God give them strength to bear! Amen (Report) Reply

  • (5/23/2008 11:59:00 AM)

    reality of the world shown in yr poem.it is a piece of good literature. (Report) Reply

  • (5/21/2008 5:18:00 AM)

    why? ? , this life pal, GOD also know all (Report) Reply

  • (5/18/2008 7:08:00 AM)

    Why o Why indeed....
    One is left wondering! But with the indomitable faith in humankind and the powers that be, some measure of solace can be had, in trying to understand and accept. That is what our scriptures tell us too, isn't it? But then again, having gone through tragedy, it takes a long while for the faith to restore, and any kind of rational thinking to prevail...

    A beautifully expressed, universal theme, Abha! I loved the closing stanza, immensely!
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  • (5/6/2008 9:43:00 AM)

    This poem is so true and not the other side of truth but truth itself.

    I would add something here if you dont mind,

    A top olympic gold medallist during a blood transfusion acquired AIDS.. and on his death bed a friend saw him smiling and asked.. O God it could have been anybody else.. You...y only you.

    The athlete calmy said back: There were lacs of contenders for the olympics who could not make it and God choose me in those lacs to win d olympic gold..and I rejoiced and had the share of my happiness and almost forgot God.

    Today when God has offered me the chance to save a life by giving mine..... why should I not? If not me any one from a child to a older person would have died of this disease.. i am lucky God has choosen me..

    Tragedies and pain are our own creation and nature has to balance the act to save mankind....% Lovely poetry thought you have shared.......
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  • (5/4/2008 4:32:00 AM)

    It is really nice slab. And your depiction on the part of sudden pains which people come up and their astonishment on what has led them to this pain is incredibly great.
    i really like the piece because once you showcased what happened and people's take on that and their count on the misery hit which they have innocently got targeted.
    It actualy draws me to recounts emotions flow' and abrupt variation occuring in once's life' and the circumsatnces which has hit forcen people to a traumatic state.
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  • (5/4/2008 12:08:00 AM)

    Great poem! Your poem addresses a theme that is universal. The purpose of suffering is indeed a troubling philosophical question. Why do some people suffer while others do not? Why must there be any suffering at all? And yet, the sweet would not seem as sweet without something bitter to compare it too. Also, perhaps the suffering of others is meant to make the the rest of us compassionate and caring, the hands of God in the world. (Report) Reply

  • (5/3/2008 3:59:00 AM)

    Fate works in so many varied ways...I just wrote to you to recommend 'My Mother Died of Cancer' which is the same theme as yours above which you state so eloquently...I look forward to reading more...nicely done...Coach (Report) Reply

  • (4/30/2008 6:30:00 PM)

    'Adversity nurses the virtue of man'...this is a unique concept you've delved into here... maybe its because in sorrow, we humans tend to be selfish and think our pain to be the only pain and our misery the only injustice...I guess its part of our emotional needs...well written poem...top marks.. (Report) Reply

  • (4/29/2008 12:36:00 PM)

    Abha, we always ask why me when tragedy robs of of someone close or nature disfigures someone we love. It is a question I fear will always be asked for as long as mankind exists. This is a fabulous poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend.
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  • (4/28/2008 11:58:00 AM)

    You have a fabulous last line to this poem. The
    question 'Why' is always asked. It shall continue
    to be asked until wisdom pervades the heart of mankind.

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  • (4/27/2008 2:27:00 PM)

    Upon reading your bio of well earned credentials, I respectfully comment.
    Why does anyone with inherent acquired doctrine ask, blame or depend
    on god, gods of indefinable and controversial beliefs? Please read most of my
    own writing that's been reviewed, as preeminently words for and of dedicated
    theme, with purpose and solutions for Peace. Not being War.
    Prophets, Profiteers and Activists are all one and the same. Historians have all agreed,
    Religious and political controversy causes un-victorious WARS. As for any other Earthly misfortune? 'Acts of Gods? ? ? Pick one and there's War!
    All life need survive with what is shared of Love, Empathy and Compassion.
    Men have erected idols for that that which they could not understand,
    The flaws of public education are the prejudices that their 'Boards; ' disseminate upon the immature.and gullible children. Who were the heroes taught us? Indians or our land stealing, immigrant murderers? The same story continues..Slavery, still exists in the World. I would suggest another, more applicable title,
    Why is there War, hate and Social Injustice?

    ...louie levy
    WW II Vet
    http: //www.cyberwit.net/rev.htm
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  • (4/27/2008 1:53:00 AM)

    You know Abha - never was a truer truth expressed. When a tragedy strikes, we all tend to say 'why me'. We don't realise at that time there are millions of tragic things happening to millions of people every single day of our lives. It is true for everybody. Nobody can go through life without some tragedy striking at some time. A simple truth expressed in a manner which will make another poet feel why didn't I think of it. A very touching and sensitive piece.

    Take care
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  • (4/25/2008 8:21:00 AM)

    Grief and Pain and emotions......beautifully expressed. Perhaps, I can take a cue from your style of writing and expressing things: -) . (Report) Reply

  • Sadiqullah Khan (4/25/2008 1:52:00 AM)

    that is our contract with nature and we cannot escape it some how, , yes human tragedies are there we live with (Report) Reply

  • (4/23/2008 11:16:00 AM)

    life is full of thorn & flower..... (Report) Reply

  • (4/22/2008 7:25:00 PM)

    I don't think you have truly lived....if you haven't at one point uttered those words...it is human nature to ask.... Why Me? ....I can really relate to this one...although I have not been through any nature catastrophes....my life has been and is very trying....pulling me in so many directions as if I am on a medieval stretching machine....wonderful write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 29, 2009

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