Destiny Plays A Foul Game Poem by Srishti Shrivastava

Why its me..
always on the other side of the sea..
facing the tide of trauma..
life being the mirthless aroma..

Why its me..
sledged by the seclusion..
in the sea of emotion..
life being disillusioned..

why its me..
who is always foisted..
feelings lambasted..
&life being flippanted..

Why its me..
drooped by the doom..
languished by the life..
life becoming a gibe..

why its me..
marooned in the melody of melancholy..
life being fiend and folly..
deduced in the world of melancholy..
why its me..
why its me..