Lives Poem by Pritpal Singh

WHY ART THOU SO TOUGH AND HARD?
WHY ART THOU MAKE OUR SOUL FEEL SO POOR?
TELL ME OH! TELL ME!
WHY ARE YOU SO MISERABLE?
WE TRY TO BEAT THE ODDS TO MAKE YOU MORE PROMISING
WE TRY TO MAKE YOU MORE SATISFFYING
WE TRY TO MAKE YOU MORE GIVING.
WE LOSE SOLDIERS AT THE FRONTS
DON'T YOU PITY ON THEIR VALOUR?
WE LOSE OUR LOVED ONES WITH FATAL AFFLICTIONS
DON'T YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THIER LONG LOST BATTLES?
TELL ME OH! TELL ME.
WHY ART THOU SO TOUGH AND HARD?
WHY ARE THE POOR SOULS MISERABLE?
HUSBANDS SEPARATED FROM WIVES,
SONS FROM MOTHERS,
FATHERS FROM SONS,
WHEN WILL YOU HAVE MERCY UPON US?
TELL ME! OH TELL ME.
WE TRY TO FIGURE PROBLEMS, ANOTHER COMES UPON
WE TRY TO GIVE UP BUT THAT'S HOPELESS,
WE TRU TO RUN AND THAT'S TOO FUTILE.
WERE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THIS AUR HAS LATELY BEEN?
OH LIFE! I WANT YOU TO BE MORE GIVING.