i asked myself why?
i have no answer
i asked people why?
they did'nt have the answer either
so i asked God to give me an asnwer..
i'm waitin....
i'm still waitin....
when will i get the answer
God's knows...
but i'm waitin anyway
why it have to be like this-
there's somethin i need
don't know what
i tried to find it
don't know where to go
i feel tired and numb
i asked myself again
'what's this'
Lil voice in my heart tells me
'THIS IS LIFE'
O.k., Mimzy....I got your message....and you got my attention....And my assessment on your work is this: Quite commendable for a young writer, and indicationa of a vast spectrum of potential. nioce Work, young lady...Keep that pen pumpin'! ~ F j R ~ ((((((()))))))
A great start with a nice poem, Mimzy. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Life is very complex than we do see it around us; but, we don't have to give in our dreams.So, one day, you will surely know 'WHY'. That is a very nice poem.Thanks. Edward Kofi Louis
sometimes the echo is not heard coz it is converged into one strong emotional being like you very nice write
you have asked the question 'why' which everyone asks.. some openly and some in silence.. nice poem, ,
wow what a poem i like it most i had never read this poem before jhon fernandis real name aman mahajan [email protected]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why do we all ask questions, eh? From the time we can speak, we ask 'why? ' I guess it's part of being a human being and part of the mystery of the journey we call life. Your words certainly got me thinking. A thoughtful poem in a melancholy key and a final line that answers her own question. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥