By Usha Sinha
Why it pains?
When it’s penn’d by Him
Things move beyond our wish
Desires yet wait to survive
Why it pains?
When it's all known
Neither we can write
Nor erase
Only have to play our role
Why it pains?
We are fashion’d to function
And dressed with culture
Unaware of the right path
Moving to the lost destination
Keeps us wandering; for that
It pains.
By Usha Sinha
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