BSP

The pain,the hurt

The tears I've shed

Know no limit

Years passed me by

But , no answers to , WHY ME ?

The question without answer

Was the reason for more tears

For the poor me

Until I witnessed and heard

the tales ,the tears ,

Of hundreds like me,

The same pain,the same hurt,

They shed the same tears,

and some more tears

as they asked the same question

Why me?

That silenced me

for then it dawned

The question to be asked

Is not WHY ME ?

But WHY NOT ME ?

2001