No one asks the question

Why my existence existed

When the nations are doomed

When the children are crucified


Where is faith stored

Why  stored in the temples

Why in the sacred books

But not in our hopes


Why is the poor starving

why are thoughts starving

Things can be seen in dark

Why is it called poverty


Most dreams die in seconds

Some dreams die in a month

Very few dreams lost till a year

Happiness became a dream