The sky was dark and cloudy,
The wretched man thought in a pensive mood,
He had to suffer the worst in the world,
Life had been a severe struggle for him since the very beginning,
No respite from it.
"But why? " he screamed in the air repeatedly,
Nobody answered,
Silence prevailed everywhere,
As he looked in the cloudy sky in pain and despair,
It became darker and murkier.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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