Reminiscing's of a Renegade

Leaf Eight

WHY?

Through the facets of life,

Many questions are asked,'cos of its strife.

Most run to join the jolly ride,

Others stand and watch arrogantl in pride.

Days,many people ask,

Why do the best get the bad?

Because they have to face the task.

Ripping the weak in shreds like cards.

Why do we go through pain?

Why do we strive to get gains?

Why do many aim to get fame?

Why do men want one dame?

Why, why, why?

I ask why so many times and get no answers to my many whys.

Why?

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