Why Is It That... Poem by Bineeta Kharga

Why is it that
I fell alone
In a crowd of people,
I find no home..

Whatever I wish for
the wishes remain unfulfilled
Living alone is good
But what about my dreams spilled

Why is it that when I sacrificed everything
To get peace of mind
But got nothing in return
To carry on in this run undefined.



Why is it that people enjoy
Living with others even though it has its own botheration and expectations
But living alone
Makes you feel lonely in an unending speculation


Why is it that this is destiny..
which leaves me alone
I was, I am and will forever be
In this same zone.

Why is it that the only thing left
is to make myself accustomed to it..
Now I can see myself getting ready to shape up my goals
Starting inch by inch, bit by bit

Now I decide when I make new wishes new plans
I will make it a point to start up with no bend.
The zeal and enthusiasm as in the beginning
Will continue till the end.