Why does one feel distraught and confounded?
When there is everything in life to be happy,
Why don’t I feel so?
May be I am a fool, or may be I am being unreasonable…
I don’t know, why I feel let down
Hope doesn’t exist, it seems,
You are lucky, say some,
But how come I don’t feel so
The heart is so deep and dark, even the brain cannot
Fathom its secrets and nuances
The harsh and suppressed desires gnaw at
The rational brain
Where others see a bed of roses, why do I see barren And fallow land?
When there is everything in life to be happy,
Why don’t I feel so?
May be I am a fool, or may be I am being unreasonable…
I don’t know, why I feel let down
Hope doesn’t exist, it seems,
You are lucky, say some,
But how come I don’t feel so
The heart is so deep and dark, even the brain cannot
Fathom its secrets and nuances
The harsh and suppressed desires gnaw at
The rational brain
Where others see a bed of roses, why do I see barren And fallow land?
