Why? ...

My nerve raked of sorrowless pain
as I thought an extreme maze,
while mountains, plains and valleys
gone berserk, the rivers stream
its ways to the sea.
My head is cracked by vainless pain
as I bothered down in tears.
And my eyes needed it through
but my dulls all gone by;
my hands trembled, at last:
of pretensious agony and fear-
As I carry down a dustful cloth,
the body shaked of repentance
for I must know why I should hide
in this world of imaginations:
I longed for understanding through
the eyes of the child...
Now I asked, 'Why? '

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