Why? ? Poem by Hiba H Zantout

Why do people feel? Why do they care?
Why do they want? Why do they share?
Why do they love? Why do they leave?
Why do they hate? Why do they dream?
Why do they hurt? Why do they laugh?

All these feelings hurt deep inside,
Confuse the heart and the mind.
Whether to listen to the upper-self,
Or do as says the lower self,
We will live on reason or live on instincts.

How do we know we are in love?
How do we know that we care?
Why does caring hurt so much?
Why does caring feel so good?
Why does having someone in your life help?
Why does it stand as an obstacle?

Will we ever know or will we keep wondering?
Will we live our life in the heaven or the hell of love?
Will we be with the ones we love or not?
Why can’t we know why do we feel so?
If anyone has the answers, don’t hesitate to let the world know.
Just make your choice and go with it.