Why It Pains?

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