All Through My Life ....

All through my life wondered I ... Why!!!

Why does she love those Roses so much, who die everyday

And not me who lives only for her everyday

Why does she care for that make up so much, who makes her artificial every night

And not my heart, who loves her for her originality day and night

Why does she look through the mirror so much, who shows her only the outer beauty

And not through my eyes, who crave only to see her inner beauty

Why does she trust everyone so much, who have been the reason of her cry

And not me, who has existed to never to make her cry

Today I lie deep in my grave

Seeing her in sorrow; seeing her in pain

Seeing her crying; seeing her in strain

So helpless am I, still I wonder why !!!

In the darkness of a deep night

Opened my eyes all wide and bright

The roses, were the ones that I got for her each night; She so wanted to keep them alive

The makeup, was once that my heart had liked; She so wanted to keep it forever

The mirror, when I told was my eye in my absence; She so wanted to find my eyes there

Everyone she trusted, were my close ones; She so tried to find my shadow in them

Having all my answers; was in a deep remorse

Old is she and needs me the most

O Dear God I cried out loud

Drops of tears simply rolled out

Saw her standing on my grave

Carrying the roses; she had still kept alive

Carrying the makeup; still craving for my look

Carrying the mirror; still wanting to see from eye

Carrying the trust; still hoping I will walk till the end

A light just struck and bursted a big cloud

She extended her arms and pulled me out

I was alive standing in her closed arms

Her prayers got me life; we walked into the farms

The same night I woke to find her dead next to me

Its her life that she lent to get me free

And all through my life wondered I .... Why !!!